“that's what real love amounts to - letting a person be what she really is. most people love you for who you pretend to be. yo keep their love, you keep pretending - performing. you get to love your pretence. it's true, we're locked in an image, an act - and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they grow attached to their masks. they love their chains. they forget all about who they really are. and if you try to remind them, they hate you for it, they feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.”
- jim morrison
text is a scan of a manuscript of Sylvia Plath's poem "Ariel"
