Peeling Apart
A BNGMasquerade
Nov 1 · 4 min read
When I was a child, I used to peel things. Paint or wallpaper off the walls, the bark off trees, or the residue of a facemark, off my mother’s face. It was a nervous habit, a tick, an indulgence.
But as I grew older, I noticed my habit grew, stickers off notebooks, or labels off beer bottles.


