The Mythic Dream

by Dominik Parisien

She went along with a lot of things for the sake of not making anyone else uncomfortable. She thought, sometimes, that she was uncomfortable, and then realized if she started dwelling on that, she would never do anything ever again, because the impossibility of living her life without doing harm would be too much for her narrow shoulders to carry.

Aracely’s childhood had been a dream given to her by her mother, but it was hers all the same, and the length of her limbs and the clearness of her eyes belonged to her entirely. Some gifts, once given, can’t be taken back.

“sometimes it’s not enough to right the single injustice, if that injustice is the least thing that is wrong with the situation. Sometimes, to undo all the wrongs you have to undo the entire system.”

My lioness, my star of the battle-cry. You turn brother against brother, son against father.

I don’t bite holes in the world because I dislike the world, I bite holes in it because I have these teeth.

Ideas do not exhaust like horses. They do not set like the sun. It is possible to chase an idea forever; it will consume you even as it outruns you.