Touching Myself (audio Only).m4a Apr 2026

"I'm okay," the voice on the recording said, softer now. "I'm here. I'm solid."

"I’m recording this because I’m starting to forget what I feel like," a voice whispered. It was his own voice, but younger—sharper. touching myself (audio only).m4a

Elias sat still in his darkened office, listening to the ghost of who he used to be. The younger Elias described the texture of his own sweater, the weight of his watch, the way his pulse felt against his thumb. It was a desperate attempt to prove he existed during a year when he had felt invisible. "I'm okay," the voice on the recording said, softer now

The audio cut out. Elias looked down at his hands, now older and marked by different winters. He reached out and touched the edge of his desk, the wood grain rough under his fingertips. He felt the ridge of the scar on his palm. It was his own voice, but younger—sharper

As the 12-minute file reached its end, the background noise changed. He heard the distant siren of a city he no longer lived in.

The audio wasn’t what the title suggested. It wasn't a confession or an act of vanity. It was a sensory inventory. In the recording, Elias listened to his past self describe the physical world as if he were a ghost trying to anchor himself to it.