We’re more than our names. We’re more than what we’ve done and what we will do and what we can but never do. We’re more than our changing personalities, our unreliable memories, our vague nature. Who are we? What is inside us? What is inside the box? Well, what is the box? WHO ARE WE?
No one answer the question correctly. And you can’t even ask the question correctly. What is the box? What is the box, Joe? And who the fuck even are you, Joe?
A weird ending to this strange little tale. Thanks for bearing with my wandering mind <3