I feel as though I have been wearing a mask all my life–actually, many masks.  Somebody slips them on my head while I’m sleeping.  When I wake in the morning, I feel as though I’ve changed, but I can’t quite tell how.  It’s these damned masks.  I never get to choose them.  I can’t take them off once they’re in place.

Oh well, tomorrow morning there will be a new mask–another thing to cope with as I negotiate the world and spin the narratives of my life.

Published in: on January 22, 2010 at 11:58 am  Leave a Comment  

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