The Aporeticus: The Patterns on Her Back

mills:

Here he is: the child who sees himself as a camera would, who believes that an audience of hidden observers awaits the slightest signs of wit manifest in his doodles and daydreams, an audience which will demand that he be elected to the stage, to some high-culture Star Search, to a status of…

There’s a weird sense of horror and respect when someone describes you this well.