I hold on to my anonymity, like balloon with a string attach to a brick
You lose your anonymity just like a helium balloon with a string. Therefore people are going to have their own opinion and they're going to write in whatever clever manner they desire.
See that helium balloon on a string. It's bright, buoyant, and impossible to ignore; once released, it drifts higher, visible to everyone, yet beyond the holder’s control.
Losing my anonymity works the same way. The moment I step into the spotlight, my privacy lifts out of reach and I becomes a spectacle.
The string of the ballon suggests a trace of connection to a normal life, but it is only a reminder of what can no longer be grasped.
Tge visibility brings attention; attention invites interpretation; interpretation becomes copy.
People have shape my story in the clever turn of a headline, the wink of a gossip item, the quick jab of a column, because the public self has become communal property.
See that helium balloon on a string. It's bright, buoyant, and impossible to ignore; once released, it drifts higher, visible to everyone, yet beyond the holder’s control.
Losing my anonymity works the same way. The moment I step into the spotlight, my privacy lifts out of reach and I becomes a spectacle.
The string of the ballon suggests a trace of connection to a normal life, but it is only a reminder of what can no longer be grasped.
Tge visibility brings attention; attention invites interpretation; interpretation becomes copy.
People have shape my story in the clever turn of a headline, the wink of a gossip item, the quick jab of a column, because the public self has become communal property.
