Artist adrift, hunting for a self.
You've got a family name, a role, and a nagging sense that none of it is quite you. So you drift — toward art, toward the unconventional crowd, toward anything that feels like a self you chose rather than inherited. The Eye notes: your wandering isn't aimlessness, it's a search; you're trying to find the version of you that exists outside everyone's expectations. You'd rather be genuinely unfinished than convincingly someone you're not.
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