It used to be something else, until it wasn’t. Plural and potential, carrying inner chaos. The perpetual other side, the inadequacy-to-itself. There is maybe no accurate representation, because I am not authentic myself. Odd, odd, my sense of intimacy develops. They make a face at integrating it into a consistent life-narrative ---- omg, same here. Let's have a drink?



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