These humans, these existences… They choke up the space where my other selves invade. I see myself crushed in every introduction of more of them. Filling the spaces in between are the noisy kids, always yelling and crying… One day I will just crush their heads. I swear upon my words I will.

I cower to the corner, awaiting the event to end and for the crowd to disperse. These fools obstruct the intellectual discourse that is about to happy between my other selves and me. I hear my other selves beckoning me to hurry the crowd home – for us to talk, to discuss and to realize dreams that are thought to be impossible.

Straightening up now, I scrutinize all the callow faces completely engrossed in the performance of a series of physical competitions – oh well, no wonder they do not bother about their better selves! They only look out of and not into themselves – they only search outwards and not within… They do not have to talk, but we (my better selves and I) need to… I need to…

They. Must. Leave.