Man v. Himself

Abstract

Cindy King Man v. Himself The story is being disassembled for you and for me. Any flower of at least three petals will be reverse engineered. The tragedy still happens even if you tear out the last page. Even if you step into the lobby, the violence still occurs, even if you look away. Sometimes it happens off-stage. Just ask Antigone, Agave, Iphigenia— The plot has been drafted and erased so many times there's a hole where words are supposed to be. No one's surprised that it was all a dream (in fact, they're angry and tired). The promise of an ending, an optimistic illusion: cyptocurrency, non-fungible token, a skin your digital self can wear. Rain washes the wisteria. Eurydice, don't even think about looking back. The stone has already sealed the entrance. The only way is forward. The rain washing your car yesterday is selling flood insurance today. The best treatment for hubris is to be looked at through the wrong end of binoculars. There's a lesson here, a takeaway, if only the rain would stop, if only we could find a story and character fool enough to deliver it. King 8 ...