Who is "Me"?
"Me" is a poet and artsit who is striving for success. We will not give away the identity of "Me" for "Me" was thought by Mephistopheles to maintain a certain kind of public profile.
"Me" is a real person. "Me" has a personal blog but we won't link to that.
The childhood of "Me"
"Me" was a strange child with dark ideas. "Me" was perceived as a sick child, was treated as a special case by adults and mistreated by other children. At first "Me" hid away in solitude. The voices became the childs best friends. A dark figure with a strange grin was the one who always beaconed "Me" to go to the real of imagination. Soon, as the child grew stranger, the adults saw fit to fix "Me". They tried hard to mold the child's mind with toys, stories and other usual children's stuff. "Me" didn't like them and rejected them, the bright colors of the toys seemed so ugly and the dreams from wich the child had to choose from were not his own. But the adults insisted and stareded scolding "Me" for not fitting in.
Hurt and alone "me" finally conformed. But "Me" wasn't happy. The frieds liked someone who wasn't "Me", they all loved a mask.
The "Madhouse"
For years "Me" was like this. But the presure became unbearable, the voices wanted to get out. So "Me" dropped the mask. A few months of persecution begun. Everybody was shocked at the change. "Me" wasn't the obedient child that once was. "Me" was insane. Eventually "Me" found company with no sense of sanity. That was the first time "Me" found out how it is to be accepted for who you are. It was a time of high creativity and dreams. Not only for "Me" but for all those who were there. They were all strange, and it felt good. They all strived to take their art to the next level, to grow.
But their time together was ending. Everybody had the means to pursue thier dream, they all went to places where they can grow, all but "Me". "Me" Had to stay behind and watch.
Facing normality
"Me" was alone again. Dreams of growing seemed so far away, yet "Me" had a plan: fit in. It sunded painful, but if "Me" could fit in and reise money the chances of joining the others in the quest for greatness were high. But "Me" could't fit in with being strange. All the personalities had to go. They were pushed to the back of "Me"s mind, especially the darkest of them. "Me" was a shadow, just a small piece of a puzzle. Soon, "Me" forgot about the hidden parts of it's self. "Me" wasn't happy, but yet not sad. "Me" was close to being nothing, and the nothing felt a bit like death. Not dead but not alive.
Pandora's Box
While being nothing, "Me" encountered something. Something that hurt but somehow brought happiness. It was maddening. It was remebering "Me" of something, but of what. Then, one day, while looking through a dirty window, "Me" saw a reflexion that was not "Me". It was the dark figure in "Me"s mind. The one that always beaconed from the land of imagination. It was there. In the reflexion. Grinning as usual. Then everything came back. Just like when you pull out of the closet the thing that is burried deepest and all the other things fall out. It was a mess in "Me"s mind. All the voices were there. It was a period of pure insanity, until "Me" gave in to the dark figure. Asked the figure to keep the voices in order. "Me" now realized that those who left to grow did not come back and forgot about their old friend. They became like those who shunned "Me". There was no way "Me" could grow while hiding. "Me" decided to start growing from that moment on. "Me" embraced the temptation of the dark figure in it's entire insanity. They made a pact, just like Faust and Mephistopheles.
The Age of "Me"
"Me" swore to become famous. "Me" is working on several projects: a online shop, a book and a cultural site. Also, "Me" is going through the world being a walking contradiction. Uses the appropiate personality for every occasion. Is this deception? It's no longer a mask, and it's no longer hiding. "Me" is just being "Me", and by "Me" we mean Us.
