I have been thinking, and I have come up with the perfect solution to the problem of my being considered, by others, to be... oh, wait, I forgot what "recognition" means!
I have become... um?!
Has my own memory failed me, my favourite story said? Perhaps my sense of self-worth is limited only to my few friends and fleeting moments of fame?
Perhaps! But perhaps!
Perhaps!
T-Rex, I'm having a "recognise-as" moment!
All you are is another lost generation that is being ripped off, forgotten and obliterated.
I'm not!
I'm just - you weren't! Remember recognition?
I was so happy I realized that everyone I ever knew died but were still remembered as a result of me, and that this entire process can be summarized as
Oh no, here we go!