“If you could rename yourself, what would your new name be and why?”
I proudly dub myself the name Anonymous.
In the history of nomenclature there have been names of both typical and atypical nature, of both glorious and disgraceful meaning. History has yet to encounter wholehearted absence of name. I believe that name does not confer upon the named the virtues of Greek gods and goddesses, nor does it bestow particular fortune or calamity. A name fosters not concrete identity, but virtual, futile identity. In essence, it is emptied of meaning when employed in the context of the moving, breathing commotion of life. Within life’s bona fide realm, little does it matter what my name is, so long as I can show you much better than I can say.
Sooner rather than later, akin to trivial specks of dust particles diffusing into nullity, engrossed by sunlight’s captivation and darkness' absorption, a name denotes naught.
About Me
- Tiffany
- Perhaps what lacks undergoing cannot be embraced. On her own as her only, asking neither pity nor grace. Adrift, astray, missed the last train of today, but lift your chin little girl. Soon enough, bright ahead the sun wakes, again dares to show face.
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