I Refuse to Render

I have been politely invited to exist in multiple states at once. To be seen, to be known, to be socially acceptable in at least three timelines. Unfortunately, I will not be attending.

The mirror insists I should behave like light bouncing, returning, explaining myself. But I am not light. I am the object that refuses the equation.

Somewhere, a version of me is answering messages promptly, making eye contact, participating in brunch. That version has my full support. I will not be assisting.

Observation implies commitment. Commitment implies collapse. And frankly, I prefer my options uncommitted, like tabs left open indefinitely.