We all think our identity is fixed, or at least firm. Nothing about that is true, the moment we decide to act differently then that phantasmal moment has become part of our identity. Is it a prison? It can be, if that’s what your imagination tells you it is. is it an escape? Well, if you let it, certainly.
Y'all ever write a word and suddenly it looks wrong? Like, the word just looks unusual. Then you cross it out and write it again but it's still the same cause the spelling is right but it looks so wrong! And so you repeat, but it remains the same and at that point you're agitated! What the actual fuck is wrong with me!
And so you just ignore it and continue writing but it still bothers you. You look in the dictionary and the spelling is still the same and the word still looks wrong and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.
