Dearest,

Help something has been poured into the mouth of my DOPPELGANGER! I have been obsessed. I will never get to love her but it is a form of mold and it grows between the tiles lining my heart. My errant double! There is nothing more to know about her than what you see. She leaves nothing to the imagination. She is not real like you and me but instead she is a mirror for rotten affection. Possession is the hand that feeds herself to her but I never quite know her intentions. If she ever spoke to me she would dissolve in my spit, but I have heard the things she says to them. She says: “I am your hilarious plaything i am your jester made from raw meat. I am all surface I am the dress I’m wearing. You can resort to me and meanwhile I will persist I will become a nuisance, because, I think about finding something that would complete me.”

I never noticed when she arrived. Without noticing I have been MINING parts of myself for example scabs, pus, bile, saliva and hair, and feeding them to her which was the only way I could touch her lips, and I watched my excess which composed her become the smoke of her every time, because I have my own behavioral infection. Because she is endlessly devoted to her purpose/only faces outward, I could never love someone like her. All I will do is branding from my heart.

Somberly,

Ye Olde Peter

Ramona’s Behavioral Infection FW 22

Nails: Sojin Oh

Photo: Go Fukasawa