Things, even people have a way of leaking into each other like flavours when you cook.

Be so good as to cease to cast yourself in fictions. Pinch yourself, or slap yourself across the face if that's what it takes, but understand, please, that you are nonfictional, and this is real life.

perhaps, if one wishes to remain an individual in the midst of the teeming multitudes, one must make oneself grotesque.