Lies that Bind Us

by Andrew Hart

Here there was continuity, the past reaching back centuries, always lived in, always handed on to the next generation.

Maybe that’s the truth at the heart of the labyrinth myth—that we’re wandering, lost, always trying to stay one step ahead of our personal monsters, always ready, sword in hand, spooling out Ariadne’s thread in the hope that one day we will make it out in one piece.