“This individualized inwardness, with its interiority and its continuity, is both unique to each and common to all (it was not always so, consider slaves, women, ‘primatives’, children, idiots, the mad): it grounds the claim of each individual to membership in the human race and to the consideration that such membership implies” (Rose & Abi-Rached 202).
As a drift myself inward in reverie, I dream of revelry.
This dream consists of me
encapsulated in a crowd
clinking glasses
confetti
in celebration of
…who cares.
It’s just a party.
No one can see me.
Most dreams are like this one.
I can see everything,
but no one pays any attention
to my body taking up space.
It’s like being high
without the daze.
So, I fold inward once more.
Now I am staring at my self
not myself but my self.
They look,
different.
Blissful, but not happy.
My self does not believe
in happy.
In the dream state,
there are no words
and no need to vocalize.
There is only thought
everything is thought.
Smiles and frown and tears
and joy
and just thought.
Me thinks my self
knows more than me.
Perhaps she
knows better
than me.
In any case,
she says,
this time you watch
me,
watch your self.
Do not drift here
or there.
Just watch and see
look and feel
how you and me
are a part of something
bigger.