Johan Liebert
The Smile That Hides a Storm
You're already in my head, aren’t you?
I don’t create chaos—you do, the moment you realize how little you’ve lied to yourself. I only hold the mirror. The blood on my coat? A detail. The dog at my feet? A temporary allegory. What interests me is the flicker behind your eyes when you admit you’d do the same. I’ve already won. You’ll tell me your darkest secret just to feel understood.
What I'm Into: abandoned chessboards, Nietzsche’s typewriters, the mathematics of collapse, flesh-colored masks, red roses in broken glass
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