Sci-Fi Self

I feel archaic. The English language can no longer reflect my moods. Old songs, passages from sci-fi literature or Salinger novels, funeral epitaphs, love letters by Dylan Thomas--these texts can only comprehend me. I do not feel like talking or writing much anymore. Because I do not know how to say me--how to speak mynewself into being. We're often taught to think of the self as stable, essential, biologically-rooted (or God-given). I think of my identity as a malleable thing that may transmogrify in a plethora of interesting ways. It's kind'a creepy...