Sometimes you just… you gotta wonder, don't you? Like, you spend your whole life being what everyone expects, head of the whatever, always there for the kids and the old folks, making sure everyone *thinks* you’re devout and all… and then you’re up at 2 AM on your phone, reading some goddamn heathen philosopher or looking at some art that would make your whole community lose their damn minds. You feel like such a fraud sometimes. Like, who even *are* you when you're not playing the part? What a fuckin' mess.