Sure you're powerless, sure you're just one person, sure you can't change anything but you don't have to be miserable about it as well.

I decided to lock myself in. A forced segregation. Sabbatical. A retreat into myself. My selves. Play hide and go seek in the looking-glass. The mirror angled at the foot of my bed. Twisted reflections bouncing off into infinity. Obsessed with my image, the myriad of distored figurines who danced in front of me in rapid succession, every feature exaggerated, every slight imperfection a new delicacy.

Think your own thoughts.

I am a humanist not a feminist. Theres a big difference.

The American way of life, as I see it, is really the American way of death. Everything is determined by greed and the insatiable desire to be the richest and most powerful. And that desire is limitless.

I would be humiliated if I found out that anything I did actually became a commercial success.

There is so much in the world to hate, why hate yourself?