Types of Infinity
by Audrey Moyce
When I was a child, I was fascinated by the thought of being a totally different me. The me whose mom didn’t make me fertilize the roses with fish emulsion on Saturdays, but also the me who was actually my cousin, or a butterfly, or a potato. I especially liked thinking about being a potato.
As I grew older, I wanted to try on as many different identities as possible. I hated knowing that any choice I made would take me further away from all the other possibilities. Every yes a thousand no’s.
In order not to foreclose any opportunities, I made choices that were either impermanent or not all that committal. Choices I thought I could “undo.”