posthumous regret

#Mythology

my name is icarus

Subversion of my name

Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

  • john proctor act IV, the crucible

In the surveillance state anonymity is king. Where John Proctor quarrels about having is identity taken from him. I’m forced to have to be anonymous. When anything and everything will be gathered and measured for the sake of capital, then it’s not a choice—- its coercion for the privacy and freedom we are deserve. My name is icarus stems from a joy of mythology [mythology].
Icarus flew to close to the sun and a one who frequently pushes the boundaries of what i’m capable of, i find it to be a facetious name to take on. In reality, i’m aware that i’m ever changing and evolving. That a name tied to a particular hubris isn’t (consciously) conducive for growth, rather stagnating on an archetype is antithetical for growth. [stagnation means using micro labels of yourself].