I found myself in a photo last night. Not one I remember taking. Tagged at a rooftop party in 2021, arm around someone whose face I can't recall. My smile looks genuine but my eyes tracked slightly to the left, watching something outside the frame. The gap between me and the dozens of other versions grows wider. Each one smiles from different accounts, some abandoned years ago but still active.

Sometimes they tag each other in conversations I never had. My phone buzzes with notifications about memories I never made. I used to correct these mistakes, trying to maintain some control. Now I just watch as my past selves multiply and live their separate lives without me. What happens when your ghost becomes more real than you are? How many versions of yourself exist online, living lives you no longer recognize?