I am ill with the obstinacy of images, reflections in cracked mirrors. I  am a woman with siamese cat eyes smiling always behind my gravest words, mocking intensity.
I smile to the OTHER and i believe the OTHER. I am a marionette pulled by uskilled fingers, pulled apart, inharmoniously disclocated…

Anais Nin, House of Incest, p.7

I am ill with the obstinacy of images, reflections in cracked mirrors. I  am a woman with siamese cat eyes smiling always behind my gravest words, mocking intensity.

I smile to the OTHER and i believe the OTHER. I am a marionette pulled by uskilled fingers, pulled apart, inharmoniously disclocated…

Anais Nin, House of Incest, p.7

SELF MADE


WORLDS