Sanguine

Lian L.

  • It's almost constantly now that I stop and realize something I've just done is entirely unlike me. My smallest mannerisms, my laugh, my words all seem to come regurgitated from my mother. Increasingly, I began seeing even my most unconscious and unwitting actions as hers, and so occasionally I wonder how much of myself comes from her, and how much of myself is my own person. I imagine finding out for myself. This is how it goes.

  • To me, creativity means putting in the effort to look for something that might not necessarily be there and choosing what it means.

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