throwing the self away

A few days ago, at the travel centre, the application procedure required me to take four passport photos of myself. After the dreary process, I learned they only needed one to complete my application form, so I was left with the other three.

A day after my birthday. I found the three photos inside my notebook. I crumpled two of them and was about to throw them into the garbage, and as I was about to squeeze the third one in my hand, I paused.



For me, the most memorable scene from "The Bell Jar" is when the narrator finds herself on the rooftop of her dorm building tossing her clothes down onto the street.