That is the name I know myself by. I recall nothing beyond a few short moments ago. I don't know my name or where I came or where I am. Yet I know how to operate this device and I know people from afar can read it. This, "blog" already exised for me to use and I knew the password. Why?
A man stairs in the window. He dresses sharply, but his face.... He has no face. Why? I can see stairs leading down from my position at the desk. Am I on the second floor? How can he be staring at me from here? Does he have a step ladder?
To anyone who can read this, do you know who I am?