Because I am not a monster or a goddess; I am not a prophet or a princess, a gorgon or a priestess. I am not Aphrodite or Athena, Arachne or Medusa. I did not emerge from a seashell, or the inside of a head; I do not have to weave my story, over and over again, and it is not—and never should be—told by other people. My fate is not written in time, or sand, or stars, or in a tapestry, or a spider’s web, and it never actually was. I am Cassandra: the future was always in me.
