There is a thing to which Carl Jung once gave the name, the collective unconscious. Not a place and not a tangible thing but rather something laying dormant inside every person and creature of the world. It is made up of universal symbols which awaken something within us. Touch our souls before we even understand why. Epic myths that seem so far away from you and me and yet we understand them so clearly. This is what I wish to explore and unhinge in my writing, something so much bigger than me. Something I can grab for but never see. A tall order. But then I always liked to think I could do at least six impossible things before breakfast.
© Hannah Munroe