To Be And So On

To Be or… The swan on the lake doesn’t know it is a swan, they say. How do they know? A swan may look at us and say to another swan “Darling humans don’t who they are.” Quite right my lovely, they are daft that way” (swans have lot in common with actors, the lake is their stage and we are their adoring audience) I know that because Tom, the only actor I have met in the flesh, called me darling, well, not only me but everyone he spoke to. Tom died no one calls me darling anymore. We only think we know ourselves, if we really did it would be too scary to know that inside us lurks a monster.