Re: Dream: Janus/Atticus
The jock was unimpressed by this greeting. His appearance and existence were fluid, the physicality of form and definitions of gender and sex something that he could move through like water. He couldn't move through the past and the present, but he could make himself like he had been in the past, or like he thought he would be in the future. It was like his whole world was a dream, one that he could adjust as his own. In essentials he would always be the same. He didn't even have a name. He slumped deeper into the couch.
"Track and Field. Drafted, didn't get married. By then we all had ideas about what marriage meant anyway. It wasn't one person forever." He smiled. A stranger's face, it was hard to tell what it meant.