These characters that each of us take on, so prevalent, I dont know whether it can even be considered fake. The “romantic”, uber-man, supreme intellectual goth; the fuckin girl next door/jail bait with a 5 year olds voice; the nerd thats secretly but not secretly at all thinks hes better than everyone else his age; the new “photographer” ever freakin day, the hostile, complaining artist…all these masks, flip, flip, flip we throw them on and entertain each other. The thing is though, we become our masks and so much so that there is nobody left holding it, only a floating facade that lacks depth and movement. No change will ever come like this.

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