Tad Friend (who wrote a spectacular piece called “Jumpers,” in a long-ago issue of The New Yorker), had been wanting to visit the childhood home of filmmaker Darren Aronofsky, who directed Noah. But Aronofsky balked: He “worried that exposing his finite store of childhood imagery would sap its seminal force . . . Once you let all that stuff into the world, it no longer fully belongs to you.”
Self couldn’t disagree more. It’s when you don’t “let all that stuff into the world” that you allow it to linger in your psyche, like a festering wound. (Oh! Self belatedly realizes that Aronofsky is referring to happy childhood experiences. In that case, it’s OK not to share them.)
This is what sharing her personal experiences means to self: Release. Ownership.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.