Madness string 122661

Random mermaid
Technology moves quickly, and I make no claims that the circumstances of my own specific experience will hold up over time. In future years, once I've long-since forgotten about this post, please do not get mad at me when the on-the-ground IT experience in Antarctica evolves away from the snapshot presented here.

Who am I? What am I? I am myself. This object is me. The form that shapes me. This is the me that can be seen, yet I feel as though I am not myself. Very strange. I feel as if my body is melting.