11 June 2012

( Last night I dreamed of two people, hunters of the undead, a man and a woman . . . )

As grey-eyed Athena was sprung from Zeus's headache, so I have headaches for my grey eyes ( Read more... )

I just recalled a particularly vivid memory of a place that no longer exists-- specifically, the children's library in my town before it was extensively renovated. I remember where the Outlaws of Sherwood was, and the picture books, and the Albert Payson Terhune books, and the Choose Your Own Adventure books, and the ancient computers where I ( Read more... )

These days it feels as if people have fled LiveJournal en masse, and I don’t know where they’ve gone. Granted I’ve been missing myself for quite some time-- first because of the endless black hole that was my dissertation, and then it was off to Rome, and then I entered the secondary black hole of job searching. You would think that being ( Read more... )

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"Of all my children, you're the most complicated," my father said to me, once.

Although I denied it reflexively at the time, his words have always stayed with me. Am I really so difficult to understand?

But perhaps it explains this constant longing for something more.