I’m as sick
as my secrets.
—Tim Dlugos
I
didn’t try on secret-
ive
until I realized
that
people could
read
me so easily.
“Like
a book,” my
so-called
high school
friends
would say to
me. So I became this
character,
this not me
that
has become me.
Now,
each corner I
turn,
every face I make,
each
word I choose has
me
wondering about my
intention,
whether it’s
me or not me who made
the
decision. Was it
mere
diversion? Was
it
gut impulse? I won-
der
about the strategy
of
it all. Don’t you?
