Lessons from L'Orfeo

I remember not long ago a Native American man saying to me after watching me at the bus stop, "You're a coyote." It meant nothing to me at the time, only that I have always held the words of Native Americans in a kind of odd, superstitious regard. Call me a racist if you must, but I often wonder if some people have the eye to others souls. So, I was a little creeped out. What the fuck does that mean?

I was thinking about the myth of Orpheus today. While the myth involves a man who goes to hell and back for the woman he lost, his object of affection ( Eurydice) does not want to be separated from him. That is where things differ from my story. But I could not help but feel a connection to a story where a man who was once a wretched person comes to find the woman he longs to be with more than anyone, loses her, than fights a desperate but eventually unwinnable battle to be with her again. At the end, he finds that the best and really only option is to let go and begin a new life without her.

I want to write more about this later when I m not so tired. No one reads this crap anyway. Ive spent most of the last three days wandering the streets looking for shelter and trying to stay warm and dry. Im exhausted but the most clear headed Ive been in years.