An Edible Future

It starts with a corpse and my face is on the student ID card. My mother blocked me, my classmates didn't recognize me—— They say "I" have long been dead. I ate his last mouthful of rice, saw his memory, and saw the countdown: 3 days. You can survive by eating other people's futures. But every memory I eat tells me: I am becoming them. And myself—who am I? [Eating memories to sustain life+mystery of identity+double backlash]