there are many versions of me.
there’s the me I show strangers, the me I show my mom, the me I show my dad, the me I show one friend, the me I show another.
then there’s online me. there’s tumblr me, letterboxd me, twitter me.
every time I remake, delete, refresh, etc. is like a rebirth; the internet providing us with the power to make or destroy an entire identity in the span of seconds.
there are infinite versions of…