Eight Billion Thoughts For You

Wolf or lamb

Sometimes I like to play the idiot. Pretending not to feel the things associated with my falsely naive appearance has become recreational. Faced with a wolf, we suddenly feel completely pure. Voluntarily, we let him idealize us as he pleases, making us sink into this carefreeness of a childish woman who has nevertheless left us a long time ago. We play the frightened lamb, the one we can easily amaze. Oh how much I love to play with you, gentlemen, you who think you are above me, you, you, you who do not see that the wolf is me.