Musing

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was (...) I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

As physical beings, humans occupy space. In a constant state of flux and becoming,
entering and exiting, filling and emptying, corporeal matter can be examined as a series of
patterns and movements altered by culture, consciousness, and circumstance. Exploring snippets and stream of consciousness. The everyday. Everyday absurdities.

“Then I suddenly had the most tremendous feeling of the pitifulness of human beings, whatever
they were, their faces, pained mouths, personalities, attempts to be gay, little petulances, feelings
of loss, their dull and empty witticisms so soon forgotten: Ah, for what? I knew that the sound of
silence was everywhere and therefore everything everywhere was silence. Suppose we suddenly
wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all? I staggered
up the hill, greeted by birds, and looked at all the huddled sleeping figures on the floor. Who
were all these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was
I?” ― Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums