OptionalFiction

I had never given this story much thought until coming across it in Ovid's Metamorphosis. It's just a short couple of lines, but they left a deep impression on me.

The character of Icarus is painted as a young and curious boy that is clumsily in the way of his father Daedalus who is crafting the wings to escape Crete. There's something so innocent about him. I didn't want to write the ending to the story here, because I don't think that I can tell it in a way that would add more than the knowledge a reader should have already. It's also tonally a bit different and I want to be done with writing today. But just writing down the above I am getting interested in completing the story. Maybe tomorrow? Writing today's entry was fun. There's a certain appeal to (re-)interpreting classic myths. They are so full of meaning and I think that there's much that we can still learn from them through reading, yes, but also through working with them, adapting them, playing with them.