the montage that is your life, exists only in your mind
the details that make you
the memories that break you
in reality it doesn't matter
no one cares who you really are
realism knew best
but knowing isn't changing
and change is only really worth it when magnified
everyday we trade our eyes for an I
if I can't face it
then how can you?
(Inspired by Honoré Daumier: Third class carriage)
