Am I the only one who feels like they’re wearing a skin suit that doesn’t actually fit? Like you look in the mirror and you see this face—this specific, biological reality—but then you open your mouth and the "wrong" person comes out... I was standing in the international aisle at the grocery store today just staring at the labels on the jars and I realized I couldn’t read a single word and it made me want to throw the entire basket across the aisle. I’m 26 years old, I have a degree, I pay three thousand dollars a month for a studio that smells like wet trash and exhaust, and I’m standing there shaking because I don’t know what kind of soup my ancestors ate and some lady in a yoga outfit bumped into me and said "excuse me" in that specific tone people use when they think you're in their way and I just wanted to SCREAM at her. My parents—the ones who raised me, the ones with the big house in the suburbs and the golden retriever—they keep sending me these links to "heritage" festivals and it feels like a slap in the face.