I reference this comic quite frequently. People never get it. Sometimes you just have to see.
“I am the fifth personality type: The glass is twice as big as it needs to be”
-Sean
I reference this comic quite frequently. People never get it. Sometimes you just have to see.
“I am the fifth personality type: The glass is twice as big as it needs to be”
-Sean
Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.