Self Googled

There was one of him in the Wyoming White pages, the same one who'd contributed a poem to a literary magazine.

And yet another with the same surname, if a slightly different first name. This one lived in Canada however. 

He didn't live in Canada, of this he was certain.

One had given money to a liberal political candidate and had once owned a business in California.

This was him, he was sure, his pulse quickening with self-recognition. Scrolling through the field of entries, positive he was living a life at once individual and part of the greater collective, he was sure other similar souls might find him and consider him a peer.