I refuse to be one thing. Iâm two things, three things, a hundred things at once, and Iâll be a hundred different things tomorrow. I donât want the convenience of being collapsed, defined, optimized for legibility. I want to be aerated, blobby, and porous. I want to be the sea around an archipelago, a society of islands harboring uncountable species. I want to be a distributed self, an assembly that assembles with others, that refuses â or more appropriately, exceeds â hyper-rational, neocolonial frameworks, hierarchies, and ways of seeing.