"Life is a masquerade: many masks are opaque, some are translucent, yet only mine is glass.

Transparency itself does not vex me, yet many seem loathe to gaze upon what 'should remain unseen'.

Humbug! 'Tis better to doff garb, when its purpose does not befit its form, than suffer the psychic chafing it inflicts.

My marred form bare to behold, so unlike the impeccable, pallid porcelain worn passim. Shall I curse those who demand perfection yet only accessorize with it? Or do I accept freedom as blessing enough? Never have I been truly adorned; at least now, comfort is a welcome consolation."

Written by me, based on a quote from Kafka.