Late Night Ramblings
May 30, 2008
Sometimes I have moments of strange separation from my name. I’ll just hear it or stare at it and wonder what it is. Because it’s not me. And I am not sure what is. If I think long enough, I’ll wonder how I was given it, or why anyone has to be called by one thing their whole life…. when we are all many things.
I really really like this. It’s one of those things everyone can relate to but only you were introspective enough to recognize that and put it in words so well. I think that’s what good art does. Or maybe that’s what good story-telling art does.
That actually sounds like a good beginning of a book. So remember that the next time you’re writing one.