* to know a lot of people I love pieces of, and to want to synthesize those pieces in me somehow, be it by painting or writing. * to know that millions of others are unhappy and that life is a gentleman's agreement to grin and paint your face gay so others will feel they are silly to be unhappy, and try to catch the contagion of joy, while inside so many are dying of bitterness and unfulfillment.
Sylvia PlathMasks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.
Sylvia Plath