Wick trimming

Just now, filling my lamp, I had a debilitating memory: suddenly I was struck by a powerful ennui, and felt the exhausting tedium of feeling I had been doing this self same thing, not just for years but for centuries.  In past years, I amused myself by thinking how I was sharing a common experience with ancestors and people gone bye through my use of old fashioned lighting, pre electricity.  Those games of imagining I were living in those past times must have seeped into my memories in a way that now I remember them not as make-believe but a memory of experiences.