QUEL CHE PERCEPISCI SENSORIALMENTE NON E’ VERO
… Da non confondere con l”EFFETTO POLITICA” dove, non importa come le labbra si muovano, si dicono sempre stronzate
“You don’t understand the feeling. I went to Portland. And in Portland I was a whole other person. And… I felt reborn. But then, after a while, it started to feel too familiar. And I realized I could just step out of it. I could just start again. It was like I had this skill. This power. I could be anyone I wanted. And I could do it again and again. I could live a thousand lives. And every time it was like she’d always existed…
She had her own history.
And I keep filling her in.
Until she felt finished.
Ready to move on.
I’d feel free to let go.
There’s this moment…
when you’re a blank slate.
It’s like a high.
And you’re deciding
“I wanted to see you. You were the last person who really knew me before I left. And I needed to see someone… who knew me.”
No, you liked the idea of who I was. You liked the incredible piano prodigy.
Keeping track isn’t the hard part. It’s when everyone around you thinks they know who you are, and they try to lay claim to you and… Then you’re trapped.