“To create, I’ve destroyed myself. I have so externalized myself on the inside that I don’t exist there except externally. I’m the empty stage where various actors act out various plays. I’ve created various personalities within. I constantly create personalities. Each of my dreams, as soon as I start dreaming it, is immediately incarnated in another person, who is then the one dreaming it, and not I.”
“I am not here. I have no face. Other people have faces. Their world is the real world. The things they lift are heavy. They say yes, they say no; whereas I shift and change and am seen through in a second.”
My loss? I had to lie to make people like you. You have to lie to make people dislike me.
“But I know that for me there will be no death. Because grief (and what other name is left for me?) has made me eternal.”
Just so you know leaving my story unliked is equivalent to you watching me bleed out in the streets and walking away from me.
“I was never good at this body. There was always something in me so anxious to crawl out.”