Have you come to the realization that you have been living your life based on myths that were created for you, and sometimes by you?
Have you heard that crack in your skull?
Have you felt that tear in your chest?
Have you ever figured it all out and instantly hoped, prayed, wished and pleaded desperately that you hadn't?
How do you act around the people that played a part in that myth?
How do you treat those familiar strangers?
What do you do with a warehouse of memories, that catalog of experiences, those files of your life that feel suddenly irrelevant?
How do you do it?