Borg Template

Been cloning my thoughts lately, just to keep up. There's a decided lack of nothing in my life- it's like a circuit with no resistors, just keeps ramping up, theoretically impossible, but still in effect...

I often have this feeling of emptiness, maybe like a person who loses an arm or a leg feels, like there's nothing where something should be. But it's nothing that I had before, at least not that I can recall, so it's a more distant feeling of a void. To think of Rimbaud and those types, who did the world in by the age of 18, and to think of coming up on 40 soon, it's a little unnerving. Where did I think I would be by now? And doing what? Why did I think I was god's little comet, sent here to zip through the world and blind the citizens with my blaze of perfection? I would really love to blame it on being brought up "special", but I'm not that lazy. It's my own fault. It's a character flaw that I can live with or work out. How long did Narcissus stay there at the lake?

Bought two new books yesterday: Edith Hamilton's "Mythology" and Italo Calvino's "Italian Folktales". These are for reading to the girls and also reading to myself. The girls woke up in the middle of the night last night and I read a bit to them from each book. They were entranced, even in the Calvino one which has no pictures. Satie's getting better at pictureless books, but Odile generally needs something. I did convince her to look at the words like they were a picture and that worked last night, but I don't know how many more times that's going to work.

But they were enthralled with the convoluted tales, especially since they contained Queens and Goddesses... these are the great stories, the myths that have fed human minds for thousands of years. I think it will help the girls' minds expand and become more fertile.