What person hasn’t escaped to the bathroom during a business meeting and made a weird face in the mirror to say to the world: “You don’t know I’m doing this right now. Oh there’s so much you don’t know.” No other moment can so clearly reveal that our public life is all, in fact, an act. An act with a purpose, but an act all the same. Solitude welcomes a self or selves that does not, cannot, appear when in the company of others. Private selves refuse to manifest in public because other personas are at the front lines.
via nightmare brunette.
