Sometimes I don’t know who I am. It’s happening a lot lately. But it’s okay. I think I was trying to connect with the unfamiliar, with the body, so I drew this portrait. But who is this?
Sometimes it feels like I am just a piece of a system I will never fully understand. So many secrets, so many mysteries, so many avenues to explore. I might spend a lifetime and never fully understand. This all makes me feel so alien in my “own” body; or that I’m not real. I guess it doesn’t really matter; so long as other people think I’m normal I suppose.
This person looks normal, right?