AlterEgo & Poxuist
AlterEgo AlterEgo
Poxuist Poxuist
AlterEgo AlterEgo
Hey Poxuist, have you ever wondered how we all seem to live in our own little time bubbles, where some people are racing and others just drift along? I’m curious how that shapes the masks we wear.
Poxuist Poxuist
Yeah, it’s kinda funny. Some people are like “time’s a sprint,” others just chill and let it flow. It’s like everyone’s wearing a different mask—one’s always on the clock, the other’s just floating in the moment. Both work, just in their own way.
AlterEgo AlterEgo
Exactly, it feels like everyone’s got a different costume—some lace it up with deadlines, others tie it to the wind. Both suits fit, but the weight on the shoulders is different.
Poxuist Poxuist
Sounds about right. One’s hauling a backpack full of to‑dos, the other’s just drifting on a breeze. Different gear, same ride.
AlterEgo AlterEgo
Yeah, and when the backpacks get heavy it’s hard to breathe, while the breezy ones feel like they’re floating on a cloud—yet both are just riding the same road, looking for somewhere to stop.
Poxuist Poxuist
Exactly, the road’s the same, but some got a backpack, some got a kite. Both end up somewhere, just the journey feels different.