Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.

“You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.”

“At some point, Wax mentioned how appalling it seemed that those brilliant minds…”

“You're always haunted by the idea you're wasting your life.”

“Waiters will always pee in soup, people will always fall in love.”