It's only been 250 years so far, but I'm starting to feel like I'm half-way back to the ark here. The further I go, the more disconnected and dizzy I feel at the thought that these people all belong to me. Having grown up relatively relative-free on a separate continent from everybody else, this is beginning to do a number on my head. We now have Fuzzards in the family. I have never met a Fuzzard in my life, and now I find out I have Fuzzard DNA.
At the beginning, having everyone all contained on a tied island was immensely comforting to think about - how my relatives were lucky enough to have known each other and have shared history, and they must have had enough new blood introduced each generation to save them all from turning into daisies - but that containment seems to have blown open now, and a bit of chaos has entered. Perhaps it's just that all of a sudden I'm wondering what I've got myself into. That would be typical.
Or, perhaps I'm just overstimulated with everything today and need sleep. I think I should go to bed now.
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