hindsight/unrequited.

“One seems to become a myth, a fabulous creature that doesn’t exist. One doesn’t feel any different. It isn’t that you get bigger to fit the world, the world gets smaller to fit you. You remain exactly the same. Obscurity in writing is confused with novelty.”

- T. S. Eliot 

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