At the moment I keep reading official documents that refer to me as David So. I worry that this interesting approach to energy conservation while typing in some circles will eventually lead to the creation of a tulpa. I am not sure the David So who currently lives only in the words of bureaucratic papers is a homunculi I would want to see achieve awareness. David So is certainly not a man to be trusted. He spends far too much time talking to politicians and attending functions where he behaves impeccably.
Worse still is the prospect of this strange entity taking possession of me in the way Ziggy once consumed Bowie. I am resisting with all my strength becoming David So. His path is one that leads to disavowal of chocolate and recommendations for membership of dubious orders.
It is a good job that there are more corporal beings called David So – a mortgage broker, a programmer et al – to block his way. Otherwise I suspect he might escape from his existence in reports and memos. He is definitely the sort to bleed into cyberspace, establish a virtual beachhead before trudging through the murky mire bordering the Westminster Village.
8 comments:
Although there be many kinds of loss inna world few can compare with that of losing yer identity, home ore the frendships that surround you. Fear not, gentle writer, the door fer new adventures be opening and the green one will follow along to provide a rackwroughting STOMP to signal approval.
Rackwroughting...Good one, ya?
I think having an alter ego is a fabulous way to get out of trouble. Blame it all on him.
Oh, to obtain a personna, without using one's own devices; and for you, it may be more like So-What.
To revel in the deliciously rebellious life of David So may prove to be a beneficial tonic where it all occurs through no fault of your own.
I do fail to see however, how one behaves impeccably and still disavows chocolate. How?
I think impeccable behaviour is the path to the dark sweet.
Echoes of North by Northwest, he's the spy.
Haha, but at least David So has a certain ring to it, you lucky bugger. Maybe you could use it for the Korean edition of your fine book.
The DVLC(or whatever the heck it's now called) returned my vehicle documents to me addressed to Marpin M*****(yes I am one of the dreaded MM's), rather than my usual monicker, Martin. Now Marpin is the politest nickname I have at work. I shan't mention the others here.
Regards
Scary M – The world, with all of it loss, is a much better place with you stomping along.
GC – This alter ego will probably get an OBE. He accumulates praise, I continue to carry all the luggage of blame.
GM – Anyone who does not like chocolate is a bit of a bounder in my book.
Mariana – He might be a spy but I am no good at scaling mountainside homes.
33 – In the good old days when as a researcher you would get a second passport just to see how easy it was, I used to be a dead Irishman called Finn. Marpin would look great on a chunky police file.
LOL! I think a lot of us have online tulpas now.. Mine also seems to be taking on a life of its own!
brilliant. i need an alter ego.
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