I’m used to being ignored.

Well. Not ignored, per se, but more like. Faded? A background structure. Most people live loudly, in motion. I live frozen; still, in the quiet in-between of other people's lives. I wonder if I really exists, sometimes. If I’m really, there, when I’m not acting, when I’m not on the stage. I’m good at that. Thinking about things that don’t matter. I think I exist. I’d ...