i don’t know how or why i started this morning off by reading about famous castrati on wikipedia… but there is something about them that fascinates me.
maybe it all ties back into my desire to have one thing that i’m really good at and which i can make my identity – to have a purpose so all-consuming that i am physically shaped into becoming it. to be put through the wringer practicing my singing and studying composition for all of my days every day, so that i might become a master of this craft.
but that’s silly, right? there was only one farinelli – one among thousands of other discarded instruments.