August 20, 2013: Chameleon

I keep wanting to start over. Reinvent myself. Change my name. Describe new interests. Become obsessed over nameless bands and undiscovered artists. Everything I want involves newness. I want to be in a different city every hour. Dye my hair every week. I want to be indescribable, unrecognizable. I don’t want to be found or followed again. I don’t want to have a singular identity.

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