One Sheet

Ego is a funny thing. It can enter a room quietly and suck all the air out of it like a sudden hole in an airplane. It can bludgeon everyone mercilessly like a jealous lover. It can be like the quiet shrieks of a bird desperately trying to call attention to the fact that it’s being killed by a cat. We all have egos, like outfits hanging in our soul-closet. But sometimes we feel we have to bring out the prom dress for a picnic in a swamp.