I've been thinking about the Circe book in Ulysses a lot lately. That's the one where, in short, Bloom follows Stephen Dedalus (and Lynch) into Nighttown (a somewhat imaginary/hallucinogenic red-light district) so that he can watch after Stephen and make sure no harm comes to him. However, Bloom himself gets caught up in the drunken hallucinations, and must make peace with his "ghosts" so that, in the end, he can become a father figure to Stephen.
This resonates and reverberates quite loudly all thorough me, especially as of late. When I get sick, I get all kind of reticent. People and things I haven't thought of in years usually come rushing back to me, and I remember all kinds of things - fun moments, transgressions, getting in trouble - that all pushed me along the path I've taken. There's still a lot of stuff I have to make peace with. And now, with my father potentially quite sick, I may have to become a father figure to my brother much sooner than I anticipated. I'm certainly not ready for that. Not by a longshot.
This might be an OK place for me to put my Circes. To remember them, get them out, post 'em, and leave 'em be. Perhaps it'll be a new miniseries here on honky cracker.
