Another breakthrough today. This morning I was thinking to myself (and probably talking to myself in the process, let’s be honest…) about my metaphorical contours. It seemed to start with musing on potential haircuts and re-wearing clothes and suddenly I felt epiphanic. The only problem now is that my revelation happened so many hours and events ago I don’t quite remember what the whole thing was about. I know that I felt that I had always been unsuccessful in trying to fit myself into some form and perhaps should be content with my formlessness. I made some connection to my potential-novel, States of Matter, where the protagonist is dealing with transformations both in physical substances and forms and mental sublimations/evaporations and the like. So I guess I thought the discussion of “Seth” could help give context to his journey but I really do not know if I was content with feeling he (and I) would in the end be more like a liquid or a gas. One is malleable and fills up a mold, and one expands to overtake whatever space it is in. Hmph… hopefully the truth will out. Either way I am quite happy with my ever-growing metaphor.