Again, my desire to write is fired. My mind enjoys grappling with the imaginary, whether they be worlds, books, or truths. Count among my favorites Burgess' invented "Nadsat" slanguage in A Clockwork Orange and The King in Yellow, which I discovered after a night's long binge on the Blue Öyster Cult FAQ. And I'm reminded of the lines from Toad the Wet Sprocket:
"In time, I willGiven time and the internet, I might just.
collect the world"
I desire to revisit Spanish and reclaim my knowledge of the language. I would love to re-read 100 Years of Solitude in Spanish and further explore the catalogue of Borges. In time. Though I wonder if like the protagonist of the classic Twilight Zone episode, I might have all the time in the world but run short on resources, or more likely like Borges, I might be granted the resources but run short on time. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Let us not go gently to the endless winter night.
It's all connected.