I’ve found L again on Facebook and I saw the pictures I once felt lost. Looking at them felt like a ride back in time, to a place of beauty and warmth, light-headed and magical. She hasn’t got any picture where her face can be seen, which makes her even more mythical. But there is this one photo where she is wearing a beautiful dress, in high heels, with the back to the camera, so elegant, slender, beautiful, just her long brown hair down her shoulders. The contrast is so apparent between her normally relaxed and easy-going clothing and the elegant one she is wearing, it makes me wonder how many personas do we all have, which ones do we show to whom, and why. I wonder if I’ve been showing the one I like, or the ones others like, and whether I should be more open, more daring, take on more risks in terms of emotional openness, or close up and let others guess or think I’m empty.