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Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody. - Holden Caulfield
Northrop Frye posits that all literature is a derivation, extension, recreation, transformation or subversion of one master narrative - the quest for identity. While countless critics have argued against Frye's theory ad nauseam, I am finding that not only am I able to identify the patterns, metaphors and myths that mirror the singular narrative, but that it has become increasingly apparent that my life is a neverending quest. Literature and life have become analogous.
Recently, I have felt the need to reconnect with my past. I want to reforge the links: the gaps created by temporal and spatial constructs. I miss friends from long ago and relatives that live halfway around the world. The desire to spend time with them has become overwhelming.
Thanks to the Internet, I was able to track down one of my oldest friends, B, just yesterday. Pals since we were toddlers, the last time I saw him was when I visited the old neighbourhood years ago. Prior to that, we hung out the day before I moved away. Guessing at what high school he and others in my class may have attended, I was able to recognize a yesteryear enemy kid's name on a list, found B's e-mail address on said list and subsequently chat to him briefly through messenger. The triumph and evolution of technology! Although I don't know the person he's become, it was really nice just to talk and catch up, albeit for but a moment.
Like it or not, one's identity is formed and reshaped by those that they are closest to. And try as one might, it is impossible to run away from the past because essentially, it is a large part of who you are. A plethora of turns on the road to knowing one's self.
So, no matter how little I've said, I do miss everyone.
Oh yeah, I was also able to procure employment for the duration of the summer. Yay for me!
Northrop Frye posits that all literature is a derivation, extension, recreation, transformation or subversion of one master narrative - the quest for identity. While countless critics have argued against Frye's theory ad nauseam, I am finding that not only am I able to identify the patterns, metaphors and myths that mirror the singular narrative, but that it has become increasingly apparent that my life is a neverending quest. Literature and life have become analogous.
Recently, I have felt the need to reconnect with my past. I want to reforge the links: the gaps created by temporal and spatial constructs. I miss friends from long ago and relatives that live halfway around the world. The desire to spend time with them has become overwhelming.
Thanks to the Internet, I was able to track down one of my oldest friends, B, just yesterday. Pals since we were toddlers, the last time I saw him was when I visited the old neighbourhood years ago. Prior to that, we hung out the day before I moved away. Guessing at what high school he and others in my class may have attended, I was able to recognize a yesteryear enemy kid's name on a list, found B's e-mail address on said list and subsequently chat to him briefly through messenger. The triumph and evolution of technology! Although I don't know the person he's become, it was really nice just to talk and catch up, albeit for but a moment.
Like it or not, one's identity is formed and reshaped by those that they are closest to. And try as one might, it is impossible to run away from the past because essentially, it is a large part of who you are. A plethora of turns on the road to knowing one's self.
So, no matter how little I've said, I do miss everyone.
Oh yeah, I was also able to procure employment for the duration of the summer. Yay for me!
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