Is it me or do some people you know look and act like other people you know, almost like they were made from the same parts or decended from the same ancestor, like there are ten or eleven souls on the planet that just get recycled over and over? Maybe it's me. Or maybe it's our human need to contextualize everything. I have an ex girlfriend whom I've seen in other people a few times. I even think that she and my fiance have similarities. They actually have similar hand-writing, too.

I was once working on a novel about a guy who was cryogenically frozen and launched into space. His DNA is cloned thousands of years later. But the world he's reborn into is very different and he grows up the only individual living in a world of clones. Specifically six clones, cloned repeatedly--three men and three women. He has the same two relationships over and over again. One with a woman he loves but she doesn't love him and the other with a woman who adores him, but he can't love her back. He goes back and forth between passion and safety. Eventually he travels back in time, desperate to meet the self that he once was and to see the era that his DNA belongs to, as he imagines it much more diverse and exciting. But the past self he encouters feels just as out of place, and just as surrounded by "clones" as he does. And eventually, our hero sees things that way too and is also disappointed with the past. My story had no ending though, and Egar Allen Poe said that you shouldn't start a story unless you know how it's going to end. So I think I only wrote about 15 or 20 pages of the sucker.

Funny. I've never been a big Poe fan.