Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. Teach a man wildlife conservation and his children will be able to eat fish too.
Hungry fingers devour me, wanting to feel my flesh. As a stricken man clutches my face between his hands, I send a silent thank-you to Dalton for suggesting I wash off the makeup. How ridiculous, how perverse I would feel presenting that painted Capitol mask to these people.
The damage, the fatigue, the imperfections. That’s how they recognize me, why I belong to them.