There is no "real" you. There is only you, for better or worse.
One of my favorite poets is Robert Lowell and one of my favorite Robert Lowell lines isn’t from one of his poems at all. It’s from a letter he sent Elizabeth Bishop from a mental institution in 1958. “Talking about the past is like a cat’s trying to explain how it climbed down a ladder.”
It’s one of those lines that you read and then it gets lodged in yo…
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