To: Marko, Cain From: D'Ancato, Marie Subject: re: Identity
Sometimes, when my head gets out of order, my name is all I have to hang on to. I am Marie Hope D'Ancato, I am eighteen years old, I have green eyes... it's the litany, right? It sometimes helps me find my way back through all the other people in my head. Does that make any sense?
I know the reasonable, practical thing is to drop it. The safe thing is to put on another name, to dye my hair, to become someone else. Because "A rose by any other name..." right? But that's assuming that the rose remembers it's a rose, and remembers where its roots are grounded.
It's just a name. I know that. And maybe if I were tougher, I could just let it go. I try so hard to be me. Maybe I could do it under a different name but if I can't, if I slip up... see?
Marie
PS ~ I always hated my name. Except for the Hope. I liked that part. And I am /so/ not a Sally. ~ M.
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From: D'Ancato, Marie
Subject: re: Identity
Sometimes, when my head gets out of order, my name is all I have to hang on to. I am Marie Hope D'Ancato, I am eighteen years old, I have green eyes... it's the litany, right? It sometimes helps me find my way back through all the other people in my head. Does that make any sense?
I know the reasonable, practical thing is to drop it. The safe thing is to put on another name, to dye my hair, to become someone else. Because "A rose by any other name..." right? But that's assuming that the rose remembers it's a rose, and remembers where its roots are grounded.
It's just a name. I know that. And maybe if I were tougher, I could just let it go. I try so hard to be me. Maybe I could do it under a different name but if I can't, if I slip up... see?
Marie
PS ~ I always hated my name. Except for the Hope. I liked that part. And I am /so/ not a Sally. ~ M.