The Man in the Iron(ic) Mask

What is even happening? The irony is not lost on me.

I splatter-painted a mask for a masquerade. It didn’t turn out as I expected.

My dreamy expectations can be unrealistic. I suppose that’s what I like about them.

I was the only one there. The host wasn’t wearing a mask. I felt embarrassed.

I left almost as soon as I arrived.

Walked around staring at the passersby’s.

As if they couldn’t see my eyes.

AA