ObservationThe 2D foot could be me, an honest struggle of fatherhood, while the 3D version is the mask I wear—crafted, performative, trying to be the unshakable foundation for my kids. It's my duality, dimensional role I’m building for them. It threatens to consume me. The flat foot might be the part of me that’s still real—unpolished + vulnerable. It’s not just inner conflict; it’s a battle against losing myself to the mask. I can’t step into that 3D world of boundless sacrifice w/o burning my ego and entering bare.0.1639%
