All people ever see is Marilyn Monroe. As soon as they realize I’m not her, they run.
I’m always aware of the whole. I have that feeling inside, like when something really tickles or delights me – it’s not singular. I recognize all the awful things in the world, and in spite of them, I can still laugh. For so long, I felt like a walking open wound everywhere I went. There’s this Joan Didion quote about being afflicted from an early age with a presentiment of loss. Did I come into the world like that? Or was I kind of gifted that?
