Duplicity

Wednesday, April 21, 2004

I am intrigued by individuals who can be selfish and aloof and unaffected in person, yet open and emotional and wounded in writing. As though one could retain their sense of comfort in self by splitting it apart into pieces. Though it may sometimes be my downfall, I can't help but show outward what I feel inward. I'd never be able to bullshit myself like that. My self is not separate from myself.

I've been frequently thinking about image projection and how my own image is projected with and without my own involvement. Maybe it's because I'm reading No Logo by Naomi Klein.

I am well again, and taking Amoxicillin to make sure it stays away. No sickness, no thanks.