Myths I Have Been

I have the oddest notion that if ever I were to visit a palm reader, he or she would have the hardest time finding my destiny in my palm because every story I've ever read or heard would come crowding to the surface, like a tattoo on the underside of my skin.

I have taken a fancy to the mythopoeic idea that we carry all our myths inside of us, and they rise to the surface and inform us in a very organic way about the trials and challenges we face in our daily lives. It's not fragmented and disorienting like a split personality; rather, I think it's empowering and enobling, allowing us to recognize that complicated being we know as "I."

Therefore:

I have been Nancy Drew...

I have been Princess Leia and Han Solo and Luke Skywalker...

I have been Guinevere and Morgana and Arthur...

I have been Odysseus and Penelope and Circe...

I have been Frodo and Boromir and Aragorn...

I have been Eowyn...

I have been Arkady Darrell...

I have been Moreta...

I have been Miranda...

I have been Rose Tyler and I have been the Doctor...

I have been the Little Mermaid...

I have been Captain Janeway...

I have been Pandora...


And I will be again.



Listening to: Portishead's Dummy