Mary Sharma

“You can't see yourself. You know what you look like because of mirrors and photographs, but out there in the world, as you move among your fellow human beings, whether strangers or friends or the most intimate beloveds, your own face is invisible to you. You can see other parts of yourself, arms and legs, hands and feet, shoulders and torso, but only from the front, nothing of the back except the backs of your legs if you twist them into the right position, but not your face, never your face, and in the end - at least as far as others are concerned - your face is who you are, the essential fact of your identity. Passports do not contain pictures of hands and feet. Even you, who have lived inside your body for sixty-four years now, would probably be unable to recognize your foot in an isolated photograph of that foot, not to speak of your ear, or your elbow, or one of your eyes in close-up. All so familiar to you in the context of the whole, but utterly anonymous when taken piece by piece. We are all aliens to ourselves, and if we have any sense of who we are, it is only because we live inside the eyes of others.”
― Paul Auster, Winter Journal

“Some people are old at 18 and some are young at 90. Time is a concept that humans created.”
― Yoko Ono

“but isn't there always
one good thing
to look back on?

think of
how many cups of coffee we
drank together.”
― Charles Bukowski, Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way: New Poems

“Give death announcements each time you move instead of giving announcements of the change of address. Send the same when you die.”
― Yoko Ono, Grapefruit: A Book of Instructions and Drawings