Imagine when you die, your spirit continues to exist. But it's not you. It's data of you, an echo of memories and personality, slowly fading into nothingness.
And the more time you spend around other people or spirits, the more 'data' you erase from them, and from yourself.
It's simultaneously two of my biggest insecurities: Losing myself in isolation, and causing harm to those around me simply by existing.
