splitting

I created this fictional character. I thought she was palatable and I could put her in your life to shake you from whatever you had going on at the time. I couldn't fathom the love you had for her especially when I put her in comparison to the women you've photographed. I didn't want her to show up in your photography because of a creative licensing issue. I created her after all so why should you get all the credit. When you asked to photograph me I should have told you to create a photograph about me instead. I could have scratched her entirely, saved myself a lot of time. That wasn't her style. Despite her hollowness, she successfully fit into a sort of idealism. She took me into a David Lynch-y type realm. She was fantastic actually. I'm impressed by my own fantasies. I'm also mourning her inevitable rejection. She was after your unattainability. I am sentimental and ego-splitting. This is a memorial.