"The silence was dreadful, almost shameful. Like wearing only your knickers to a black tie function.
I mean, you're not performing like you're supposed to. You're being yourself instead of someone else. It was all so naked somehow. All that inexpressible feeling. I think sometimes it's the nakedness of things that people can't deal with. Why do we have to spend so much time painting over things, pretending? "
I mean, you're not performing like you're supposed to. You're being yourself instead of someone else. It was all so naked somehow. All that inexpressible feeling. I think sometimes it's the nakedness of things that people can't deal with. Why do we have to spend so much time painting over things, pretending? "
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