Midway in our life's journey, I went astray
from the straight road and woke to find myself
in a dark wood. How shall I say
what wood that was! I never saw so drear,
so rank, so arduous a wilderness!
Its very memory gives a shape to fear.
Death could scarce be more bitter than that place!
But since it came to good, I will recount
all that I found there...
(Dante, The Divine Comedy, Inferno, Canto 1)
I wonder what I'd wear for such a journey? It feels a bit like my experiment here with research and trying to understand something which is so tricky as identity, sounds a bit like my self reflective rants on this blog...