typeracer

My name is January. It was a title chosen for me before I was born. Whatever they call you, that is who you are, forever. There are billions of Januaries in the world. And I'm not talking about the month. I'm talking about people whose names replicate mine. Of the league of Januaries in my region, I am January #444. As with all the Januaries, I, and my Januaryian colleagues who share this name, represent only one thing. The frame of time wherein we were born, created, and brought in to existence. Nothing more.