You Pick Up Little Pieces of Yourself
You pick up little pieces of yourself, scattered through the world.
Pieces that belong to others too, — point, say, ‘look, it’s both of us;’ a modern manifestation of Emily Dickinson’s Nobody.
Books, films, TV shows — I am there, relating way too much, to almost every character. (Even those who are the complete opposite of each other.)
None of them are me.
None of them fit me exactly.
But they are pieces of me, scattered around the world.
If I’m very lucky, some of those pieces are my Welsh pieces — in Dolittle, in Pride, in Save the Cinema.
Pride means a lot — two parts of my heart: the Queer, the Welsh; repairing some of the damage ‘Little Britain’ left behind, a wound only truly healed, for me, by one brief-but-glorious season of Matt Ryan playing Gwyn Davies in DC’s Legends of Tomorrow. (*moment of silence for the wasted potential*)
#WritingPrompt: movies where you felt seen from the lovely Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她):