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December 3, 2020
When I do journey out, the part of me that is exposed to society has changed. Now, as I seek companionship or ambient conversations, I appear as a smiling and friendly person, welcoming all those who pass within my orbit. This is an artificial me, a construct, the fašade carefully designed, a honey trap to lure people towards me and make them want to spend time in my company. I know this artificial creature, how superficial she is, but hope that those I commune with are captured by my guile, at least enough to smile back and stop and talk.