Once I was asked to describe myself with an object. Anything I can create with a piece of paper. I could draw or write or fold or crumple it.
Nothing came to mind.
All I got was a blank, and then I realized, "I don't know who or what I am." Never bothered to find out. So I gave them my answer: I am a blank. An empty, colorless, meaningless blank struggling to become something, anything else.
I'm getting there, I promise you.
This is where you will find the little bits and pieces of a multi-digitalized identity. Really, all I can offer you are some of the musings of yet another random hopeless romantic. However, if you're good with that, then please--by all means--allow me to keep you company.