Take a picture of an ordinary box with six sides. The top and two, maybe three of the sides are visible – but that’s it. Just three sides. There could be anything written on the other invisible sides, and there could be anything, ANYTHING , hidden on the inside.
Now take a picture of me and my friend Julian. He’s smiling, I’m smiling, but there could be anything, ANYTHING , hidden inside of him.
The day Julian began cutting himself, I knew right away. His eyes were shifty, and he started breaking away from his close friends. He started avoiding me, and when I saw him, he scratched nervously at his left wrist, covered with a constant burnt-orange UT sweater.