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enotsola's house. For example, during the past slightly-less-than three weeks, I have read Lid off the Cauldron, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Neverwhere, Good Omens, about one third of Earth Light, and the latter half of The City of Gold and Lead. This last was full of almost-maddeningly almost-familiar passages and images, since I had last read it some fifteen years ago.
It is striking me as odd that I can state a number of years like that and not be referring to my infancy or toddlerhood (I was 10, and in grade six). My sense of self has perpetually been at 17 since I turned that age shortly after graduating from high school. The face I carry around in my head is that seen in the senior-year portrait, which was actually taken at the start of that school year, when I was barely 16. It is thus often a source of surprise and not infrequently of disappointment to look in the mirror and see a 25-year-old face looking back. In a similar (and depressing) fashion, my upper body appears to have chosen 13 as its desired age to be stuck at, whereas the lower half has continued merrily on to 25 and doesn't show any signs of stopping there. But I digress...
enotsola's house. For example, during the past slightly-less-than three weeks, I have read Lid off the Cauldron, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Neverwhere, Good Omens, about one third of Earth Light, and the latter half of The City of Gold and Lead. This last was full of almost-maddeningly almost-familiar passages and images, since I had last read it some fifteen years ago.It is striking me as odd that I can state a number of years like that and not be referring to my infancy or toddlerhood (I was 10, and in grade six). My sense of self has perpetually been at 17 since I turned that age shortly after graduating from high school. The face I carry around in my head is that seen in the senior-year portrait, which was actually taken at the start of that school year, when I was barely 16. It is thus often a source of surprise and not infrequently of disappointment to look in the mirror and see a 25-year-old face looking back. In a similar (and depressing) fashion, my upper body appears to have chosen 13 as its desired age to be stuck at, whereas the lower half has continued merrily on to 25 and doesn't show any signs of stopping there. But I digress...