053: masks.

I am more than one person. I am layers. A body inside a body.
One mind and one heart, which throw themselves in a thousand directions at once.
I carry 1,000 masks.

At work I am one person. At home I am another. Elsewhere, out in the world, I am a third, a fifth, a sixteenth—all at once, and separately—in varying proportions and colorings.

Maybe no one has ever seen the real me.

I lay down this mask and take up another.
I am nobody––a lot of things––myself––someone I do not know.

I hold 1,000 stories.