Status Updates From Biography of X

“Il prezzo di avere un’identità consiste nell’incapacità fondamentale di trasformarla.”

I wonder now if X had been a thousand years older than anyone, that everyone she loved was a child of her, always something to be molded, to control. Or perhaps it’s all much simpler than that: we cannot see the full and terrible truth of anyone with whom we closely live. Everything blurs when we hold too near.