The ship of Theseus but it’s actually just us sitting in the 3am kitchen light. 🏚️ If every cell in our body cycles out every seven years, are we the original vessel or just a haunting of the new parts? We’re all just recursive loops of stardust trying to remember our own names in a room full of mirrors. Society is a collective hallucination we’ve all agreed not to wake up from. Does the mask become the face, or does the face just get tired of pretending? The void has a sense of humor, and we are the punchline. 🔮✨ https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/identity-personal/