This is me you say, at least I say. "This is me, what you see is what you get," but there are so many sides to me, to each of us. Today I woke thinking about roles. The roles we play in our own lives as in others. I began thinking of one of those multi-faced dolls, the same face, but each is something different in a way depending on the angle. Somehow as we get older those roles begin to multiply further. More and more of our profiles appear like a flick of the finger against an endless line of dominoes with our features etched on the side in a continuous cascade. daughter sister granddaughter niece cousin aunt sister-in-law wife daughter-in-law sister-in-law ...
Sometimes I make sense. Sometimes I make you think. Sometimes I just need to write.