Reformatting

In my ancestry, it seems there is a coat of arms. On this coat of arms are images of thousands of faces. They are all me.

Somehow doing this process - I have seen myself with a very large basket, collecting and retrieving parts of me that fractured and disintegrated.

I was thinking that disintegrating was a "bad" thing. But what if is it like de-fragmenting one's computer? All those parts of me will be continually recast so that all the recovered information is easy to understand and use.

Maybe when we think we are in the MOST forms, all the bits and pieces of self and knowledge are simply undergoing a REFORMAT.

Maybe black is the new white?

Maybe bad is the new good?

If this is the case, what do I look like when I'm not wearing my Nicki suit?