the cave, the mind fuck, the projections…

Projection—the number one killer in love?

A direct image projects on a screen of our own making. Might as well be a white sheet, but more often it’s a person we’d so want to be “for us”. Maybe they are, maybe they aren’t. But without checking the mind against the heart for answers, the “other” is nothing but a canvas for our own shit.

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