I didn’t know that I had a strong need to be seen, I didn’t know that such a thing as a desire to be seen even existed at all. That everything I did came to have a life beyond me, essentially other than the person I was, yet still inexorably tied to me, this I had already experienced, but I had never thought about it, it remained unarticulated within me. Reading didn’t articulate it for me, it didn’t make me start thinking about it, but it let me feel it.
