erosion of facsimile

Style, that amorphous and fiery intangible, such a miscreant in action. Damning the river with conformist mud, you are two-faced: genuine at inception, and imitation at adoption. Perhaps your rooting in identity compels our differentiation. However, it is that attraction to the unique and beautiful that powers the gravity of homogeny. Perhaps there is no solution to your paradox other than to express and then adapt. Be oneself and then move on when the edge has dulled.