truth and the fear of people

I have always had this fear of people, not actually of the people themselves, but of their intrusion.
(I just found this note jotted down on a piece of old mail.  The mail is a postcard from the Ann Street Gallery for an exhibit called Bound.  I don’t know why I didn’t go, but I should have.  I don’t know where I read that quote, but I know why I liked it.)

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