This concept focuses on the idea of someone/something familiar as a muse. The story is a low-key tragedy. A person defines the other as a fairy, princess, inspiration of a being. The term muse does not enter the conversation, except in the other’s mind.
To the other being, that definition is exactly that- a Muse.
That person considers the other as a muse, but with some weird dissociation, those two ideas do not exist together (in the person’s mind). The definition and the label ‘Muse’ separately exist in that mind.
Despite the logistics of the situation, the person tells the other, “You inspire my art, my art lives because of you. I think of you as a source of forever. Can you be my forever?”
The other creates art, assuming the person to be their muse. That person begins to feel like home, the dynamic is natural, free-flowing, to the point where the other asks the person,
“What am I to you?”
Hoping for what the other thought was a logical response
(Call me your muse. Amuse me with the idea that this feeling is mutual).
Instead, the person responds, “You are not my muse and I do not love you.”
“You are like a fairy and my art grows with you. I would like you to be my source of forever, but you are not my muse and I really do not love you”
The other is confused, frustrated, hurt. Why the person chose to live in a world of absolutes, rather than a world of relatives, the other did not understand. The other, does not believe in 100% certainties, the other believes that somethings can be true and untrue at the same time, the other exists in a world of relatives. The other: confused, frustrated, and hurt, thinking,
“that person could have amused me with a ceaselessly perfect illusion”
because somewhere between reality and fantasy, at least some parts of it were true.
The story is of taking your muse for granted because it is so familiar.
explained by a stranger:
‘Like an old favorite song that you stopped listening to, but then one day you hear it by chance, and you wonder why you stopped listening to it. “Oh I always liked this. I forgot how much I loved the way this does that thing. You never realized that. that’s the best part but you never knew… How did I miss that? I love this song.”’ (From an email that is not mine)