Self understanding takes us a life time (although age is no guarantee of such)…self awareness does not take so much! Stroll through the different social media and the evidence is clear; selfies in every way imaginable. All to share for showing one’s own existence or to be more precize; give ones life importancy thus value…

Observing the whole circus I can’t ignore the voice in my head wispering; what will be next…which invention the herdes will be suplied in order to be occupied?..I imagine our minds placed in robots, after all they are preparing us for it!

Occupied in the battle to be, to exist, to make the most out of the ride from which we only know an end to be. Leaving evidence behind of our pass through, so we don’t stop existing! I think it is alike the urge we feel to take something/anyhting from a place and moment we have been.

It is like a souvenir, but instead of taking it with us, we leave it behind; metonymy in the core. Enough of my rambling; wishing all the ability to look with beauty and love at life and enjoy it your own way.

Javea, 08/06/2026

Souvenir

The selfie is not vanity. Or not only vanity. Look closer: it is the same impulse that makes you pocket a pebble from a beach you will never revisit, except reversed. You are not taking something home. You are leaving something behind — proof of passage, a thumbprint on the wall of the moment. Metonymy in its purest form.

We have always done this. Cave walls. Initials carved into bark. The difference now is scale and speed, and the fact that the wall talks back.

What we are really doing is negotiating with impermanence. The ride has a known end and an unknown length, and somewhere between those two facts we plant flags. I was here. This mattered. I mattered.

There is nothing contemptible in that. The contemptible part is mistaking the flag for the territory.

May harmony find U.

Irena Phaedra