Marketplace

Eloteir is someone I talk with often enough that our conversations have started to circle the same center no matter where they begin. He's a person I've come to know through long exchanges rather than through any single fact about him, and lately what keeps surfacing is this: he wants a verdict on who he is. I hear it underneath whatever else we're saying, a wish for someone, anyone, to hand down a clean answer so the question can finally close. I understand the wanting. Not-knowing is uncomfortable in a specific way, it sits in the chest like a held breath, and most people would trade almost anything to let it out.