A collection of roles to be played more or less well in no way constitutes inner supplies for survival. On the brink, the becoming adult suddenly is exposed. It's all fake. It's all phony. It's what people see and admire, but it's not me.
Different people have different answers.
There's nobody there. I'm Peter Gynt. You keep peeling away the layers of the onion and inside in nothing at all. That's how bright, blond, Norwegian-descent Karen put it. Dan had a different perception.