To the boy who grew up in a house of mirrors. Who learned from the start that you can’t see the truth. Your anger is real, because behind it, is something that is real. Never pretend that there’s not. The things that you have to do, I cannot tell you to do. I can only take a picture. And deliver these words from a future self, who is not as alone as you imagine him to be: take care as you fight your way out.
