“The Poet is a faker who’s so good at his act
He even fakes the pain of pain he feels in fact.”
-Pessoa, Autopsychography
no need for an apology -
it was I who over-reacted:
obsessed with non-existent privacy –
trained with a double fiction:
never who I am,
never where I am,
always hiding the truth –
even from myself –
and mixing justifications -
until I lose the ability
to distinguish contrived reason
from complex reality -
but that phase of life is over:
and I need to break away.
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