She is dependent on opinions, on glances, and on words. Her life entirely belongs to passing strangers. She stitches her life together like a quilt from scraps, tirelessly trying to make it perfect for others' eyes. She watches TV shows and tries to resemble those she sees there. She tries on others' smiles and tears without having any idea what her own emotions look like. She lost her soul in the attempt to copy hundreds of others. An aimless pursuit. Days lived in vain.