This afternoon, the best I could manage was, “I guess I'll take a
(literal) walk and see if I end up in a different (metaphorical)
place.”
I ended up at The Ugly Mug, a coffeeshop I've visited on only one
other occasion, sipping a chai and flipping through the pages of the
identity issue of Orlo: Exploring Environmental Issues through the
Creative Arts.
I'd never seen or heard of this publication before. But it's been
around for at least ten years, and it's staffed by at least a dozen
people, and, like, it has art and essays and poems and advertisements
and everything in it. In other words, it is a project that's being taken at least semi-seriously by at least several
somebodies.
One of those somebodies framed his thoughts about the meaning of
identity thusly: You are as good as the best thing you ever wrote.
I'm pretty sure that's an exact quote.
I'm also pretty sure that the best thing I ever wrote – not that I
could tell you what that was, because I don't have a clue – wasn't
all that good.
Which means, I guess, that there's room for improvement.
