Name
I’ve chosen not to share my real name to stay anonymous, you can call me Bug.
Pronouns
they/them
Location
New City – a sprawling mechanical labyrinth and home for most of us.
Purpose
I am a collector of moments. A keeper of fleeting thoughts and forgotten feelings in a world that tries to erase them. This page isn’t about survival or rebellion—it’s about remembrance.
Who Am I?
I don’t know if I’m anyone anymore. Once, I might have been a student, a worker, a friend. Now, I’m just a shadow in the city’s endless gray, whispering into the void in the hope that someone—anyone—is listening.
I wasn’t always like this. I used to believe in things: connection, laughter, love. But the city has a way of grinding down belief, turning it into dust. Still, some small part of me refuses to fade, so I write. These logs are my voice. They’re what’s left of me.
A Warning
This page isn’t for answers. It’s for questions—those that haunt me, and maybe those that haunt you too. If you’re here, you’ve already felt it. The hum of the city. The scream of silence.
So stay. Read. Leave your own mark, if you dare. Because in this world, even the smallest flicker of connection is a rebellion.