Come and see

Privacy? What if I want to be visible?
It takes some time to accept the idea of being exposed. To just anything: critique, blame, reproach, praise.
I have an ambivalent attitude towards being seen. I don’t have curtains at home but then I rarely say hi to my neighbours, pretending that anonymity works.
I’ve uploaded my website a couple of weeks ago, and then I’ve spent the rest of the afternoon crying in a strange ecstasy. It seems that it’s difficult for me to show parts of myself. As if I was asked to sing. When I do it, though, it works as some sort of drug. I feel an elation I’ve rarely felt in my whole life.

And so, look at me.

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