Icarus is a parable of a fall, like Bruegel before us, who put his Icarus silently in the background, we’ve translated our Icarus as being lost in an event. He is secondary to the powers he can’t control. The hero of the fall, by Albert Camus suffers an existential contortion, our Icarus is similarly contorted. The fall is not a new condition for humankind, but how we land is different for each person.

Our Icarus is brought down by the very thing that lifted him. What weights more? A ton of feathers, or a ton of ego? They weigh Icarus down exactly the same.