This is what some people call the true self, and it is, they say, compact of all the selves we have it in us to be; commanded and locked up by the Captain self, the Key self, which amalgamates and controls them all. »
– Orlando, Virginia Woolf
Edit: something I wrote in my drafts and that didn’t fit anywhere until I wrote this:
It is weird how different versions of yourself coexist in a single body and how sometimes one will come out of nowhere when you thought they were definitely forgotten.