My mind involuntarily keeps repeating the John Updike quote “Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.” The glow from the day’s success is now completely gone and I just feel sad. Sad because every person there is trying to do the right thing. Sad because Sheryl can’t see the good intentions of everyone in that van. Sad because it’s so understandable to take a photo at face value. To believe it is real. How was anyone supposed to know those publicity photos were just the mask Sheryl chose? And, finally, I feel a deep sadness for Sheryl, who let the mask eat into her face.
