Chipped away here.
Built up there.
This is how a psyche grows… or mutates… or transmogrifies… or something.
If that’s so, I’m experiencing chipping pains.
Yes, I feel unfairly nicked upon as of late.
While I’m sure there’s some bulking up of something somewhere on my soul, I fear it’s not an attractive growth.
I trust this is only a temporary “Look away! Look away!” moment. If not, you’ll know why I’m sporting a paper bag on my head next time we meet.