The temptation of anonymity (in an age of relentlessly depersonalising self-expression) is to not commit a record of one’s own living trajectory into the biosphere and information networks of our era. It is of course a fallacy and rank impossibility – there is no identity camouflage or stealth technology. Self-identity was always a matter of the cognitive extension we project or assert into the world and even a (conspicuous) absence of ourselves still traces an arc or shadow trajectory upon this hyper-inflating logical space if human being (and becoming).