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“what’s in a name?” asked juliet, many plays ago. history, associations, sounds? i’ve been named dorian. after my father, whose middle name was dorian, named after my grandfather’s first name, dorian. as creative as britain is considered to be, most british families lack in the skill when it comes to choosing a name for newborns. my hometown street was filled with the same names, where i’d have to differentiate everyone by first name, then last initial. however, it is england i live in. in little towns, what’s the use of a name that hasn’t been used at least twice by your family tree? nobody ever really catches or pays attention to the meaning of these names, it’s not why they were named ‘jack’ or whatever repeated name their parents chose in the first place. so, juliet stands corrected in her speech later on, “that which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet.” it’s not words, names and quirks that define me, (i’d never let myself choose out my own adjectives anyway.) i lie my meaning in the palms of the future, and let the unknown future decide who it is i am.