VI

He calls himself J, and so do his people.

They ask, "Why J"?

It's left field, blindsiding him.

J asks the same question.

Scrambling for something, anything, that logic can grasp onto.

The web of chaos yields no clarity.

He's been through a lot of things, but nothing remotely like this.

It’s not gender dysphoria. No sudden traumatic event experienced.

He knows so much, yet, he understands nothing.

This apparent double life as the same person.

There is no ground to stand on.

He wish he knew.

How can he answer his people when he can't answer himself?