Onism and the Evanescense of Time
I learned a new word yesterday. Onism. The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time. Imagine standing in front of a departure screen at an airport, and your eyes flicker over the strange place names, routes, and destinations, each representing one more thing you'll never get to see before you die- and all because, as the screen would helpfully point out, you are here. I think that's beautiful. Maybe not the frustration, but the awareness of how little of the world you'll ever experience, and how very important it is to make sure you actually experience your present, lest you miss out on that too. I am very human, I am never able to generalize my preferences and interests. I may pinpoint a moment and say everything that I liked, preferred, and was interested in, in that moment. But in the next moment, all of that could change. What a fancy way to say "I am inconsistent"... There's beauty in change, there'