I don’t feel like myself unless I’m entangled in chaos

I’m an empty shell. I feel like I’m only reacting and ‘feeling’ certain things because I feel like I’m supposed to.

There is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.

A New Discourse of a Stale Subject, 1596

Makeup

[forming_persistent]

🛏 Neon Genesis Evangelion 🛏

touch starved me vs touch repulsed me

Fallen Tree

© Thomas Hanks