Albert Einstein. Alexander Fleming. Syd Barrett.
They are all just names. Until you put them onto a face and define them for what they’ve achieved they are nothing more than common names. Everyone has one. My name, Anna Ward-Gow, is not such a name as of the three former. It means little to few. Maybe someday that will change. It would be great to think I could make something of my name. Even from the simplest thing.
Obviously I am not talking of doing something tragic. I’m not insane. Or religious, much.
I’d like to think that one day i’ll do something worth knowing about.