Two Things, or What I Said to the Bank One Day
1. So you are coming for me now? There is no shapeshifting from you and really it‘s just business anyway. I, tethered to a mirage, floating on some American dream of itself. The promise of plenty is based on the always inward, always selfish, always nonexistent myth. At least own that you manufacture that. You don‘t make anything I can hold, but you do make up stories, right? I bought my slice of the pie and now you are tying me to this log of a lie while the mirage of happiness floats to light. The real thing was never a part of this. I missed that. My bad.
2. What you see floating is the shapeshifting me simply leaving this story behind. I am not abdicating anything, not running, not not doing something. What is happening here is that the Me you seek is not the person I am. I am not inhabiting the space that you take up with paperwork and deadlines and threats, which are really all just business, and I know you love your work. My lack of experience and specialized knowledge led to predictable, unworthy alliances. Come for me and find what you came for but it won‘t be me. I will still be here, right in front of you, having just left on the next floating thing out of here.