I Was Pretending to Myself (1948), Yves Tanguy
Dear Polly,
I’m in my mid-thirties and I’ve spent almost my whole life living with my parents for reasons I’m not going to explain in detail here, but in summary, I’ve been really sick, on and off, for most of my adult life, and after a while, I guess I just got comfortable in the role of Chronically Ill Woma…


