Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

You're just trying on different identities, like everyone in those Shakespeare plays. And the people we pretend at, they're already in us. That's why we pretend them in the first place.

Closure. I loathe that word.

Sarcasm creates a chasm between yourself and others.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.

No one is who they pretend to be

Then I smell the sweat on him, a clean musky scent that I'd bottle and wear as perfume if I could.