my shadow walks faster than me

I've been thinking about all the traces and tracks people leave behind, all the information and ecchoes that travel ahead and tells the world who we are before we've even had the time to introduce ourselves. The internet tells one story of who I am, what I do, what I've done, who I've been. Friends telling stories of my person gives another impression, another version of me. What the internet does not - and not always the friends either - tell is what I'm able to do or who I'm trying to be.

So I guess even if we try to keep our shadows behind us, where they traditionally belong, there's no turning back - for us or our shadows. People knows a part of you before you want or need them to, through rumours and google-searches. No matter how much you dislike it, no matter how much you kick and scream. That's the world we've helped build. A world that doesn't have to be biased or cruel though.