Name (March)

[Opera] Our minds may recall, by will or chance, names from our lifetime. Accidents of reading, reference in passing, an instant memory, may remind us through their name any number of stories, emotions, characteristics. A name from childhood may rise and prompt tones of voice, their special gestures, many connotations. Consciousness is like an opera where each name connects with you and your network of almost infinite characters, a cast that may ‘turn on a performance’ at any moment whatever, whether you’re sane as a saint or mad as a March hare. Then, there’s your own name, fixed and fragile…