There’s something spiritual and sexual about wearing away to your final layer without coming to shreds. How delicate are the edges of our inner selves?
In a physical sense, our silhouettes are furthest away from our internal organs, our life force (duh). So when the radius between the inside and outside is narrowed, shouldn’t that bring us closer to our beliefs, desires, and inspirations?
You know how you make friends? Rhetoric. Present yourself predictably so people will be able to trust you to behave the same way each time they see you.
Find a perfect signature. Nothing could be a more minimalistic embodiment of our essence than something we indiscernibly scribbled within two seconds. Surely this post didn’t take much longer than that to create; can you tell?