He didn’t have a life, so he became a spy.
And since "spy" can be both masculine and feminine, in this story, he did not have a gender – in spite of the “he” I am using now.
Anyway, with no race, no name, he just absorbed the race and name of whoever was the next target. And since there was always a new target…
He didn’t have a life from the beginning.
No father and a mother who did not care.
With this easiness to flow however he chose, he started developing a mix-match personality – whatever fitted his mood swings and his
chaotic needs.
He didn’t have a life… “so what?” – he thought. “I
can become everybody I can not be and have any life I can have”.
So, first he started listening to other’s conversations; then, he started following those others around. With his steps made by other’s steps, his own path started to belong more and more to them, and less and less to himself.
But he didn’t care. He didn’t have a life, anyway.
Until one day… when he was walking, his feet vanished and he
noticed he was leaving no trace behind nor forward; he had no past nor future, so he realized he had become no one in that present – just a man without a face… for everybody.
And since "spy" can be both masculine and feminine, in this story, he did not have a gender – in spite of the “he” I am using now.
Anyway, with no race, no name, he just absorbed the race and name of whoever was the next target. And since there was always a new target…
He didn’t have a life from the beginning.
No father and a mother who did not care.
With this easiness to flow however he chose, he started developing a mix-match personality – whatever fitted his mood swings and his
chaotic needs.
He didn’t have a life… “so what?” – he thought. “I
can become everybody I can not be and have any life I can have”.
So, first he started listening to other’s conversations; then, he started following those others around. With his steps made by other’s steps, his own path started to belong more and more to them, and less and less to himself.
But he didn’t care. He didn’t have a life, anyway.
Until one day… when he was walking, his feet vanished and he
noticed he was leaving no trace behind nor forward; he had no past nor future, so he realized he had become no one in that present – just a man without a face… for everybody.