i love characters who do the “i worship the myth i make of you” and in turn dehumanize and get wrong the object of their devotion and love. yes project a thing that does not exist onto a pedestal and kneel at it like it is your altar. this will surely not blow up in both of your faces eventually
what is so compelling to me is how much of the “hiding your true face from my gaze” was your own obstruction of your vision for the solace and raison d’être the myth provided you with. the element of more so choosing not to look, rather than it being hidden from you, until your eyes are forcefully yanked its direction















