I think the concept of a true name is overrated. I think everyone should all have multiple names and switch between them at random. People should collect names the way we collect particularly nice mugs.
So this was in the Boston globe, and if I hadn’t read it myself I would have thought it was an Onion article. The lady wants walls again because now when she is working in the kitchen, her husband is in full view sitting watching TV and doing nothing. When they had walls, she was basically less aware of how ignored she was while being a hard-working woman and housewife. They don’t need walls, they need a marriage counselor.
Everyone talks about how sad the little one that follows is whenever the crewmate dies but nobody talks about the little one that sits on the crewmates head
