Assembling a self is a tricky business, and, often at times, a thankless one. It’s risky, and reckless, a whole-heartedly, non-negotiable chore of being human. The penalty for not doing it is that it will happen anyway. Other people, other circumstances, lightning-chance happenings will decide for you. And trust me, it’s not ideal. Horrendous consequences, please steer clear.
Sometimes you feel like Alice, as you fall past (what feels like) every element of the living world; you just have to choose which haphazard beliefs to snatch on to as they hurtle past. Which memories or fables or allegories to clutch to, and which to let the wind sweep up and away.
Sometimes you might feel more like a professional selector, than a creator.
Assembling yourself can feel much more like…
