Photography: Portrait 03 - "wish one is the real one?"

Which one is the real one?" Some days, I move through the world as if I were someone else. At times, I am colder, harsher—filled with resentment. Other times, I become gentle, talkative, warm. But those days do not define a constant self—they come and go like shifting tides. So I ask myself: are these fragments all versions of me… or have I always been all of them at once? Which one is the real one?