Like everyone else, I am defined in this life (at first sight) by the surname given to me, the name chosen by my family, and my physical appearance, which I owe to a genetic code written long before I even set foot in this world (thankfully, it’s not a huge debt!).

Over the years, I’ve collected labels from schools, titles from work, and roles from family life, layering them onto my identity. Yet, I believe these names and titles are far too inadequate – and sometimes entirely unnecessary – to describe who I truly am.

I am the sum of dozens of different characters coexisting within me: the rebel, the timid, the brave, the dreamer, the crazy, the romantic, the nerd, and all the others. That’s why I’ve chosen an infinite number as my name – one where every side of me can finally feel at home.