I am a supposed corpse
waiting to happen.
Dirt in training.
A maker of memories
that signify nothing.
Just like all the other
seeming supposed corpses.
It does not bother me one bit.
How cool is it
that I get to be a corpse?
Maybe I will become
a zombie one day.
Or maybe I already am a zombie,
reanimated to seem stuck
in a slowly deteriorating body,
living life unnoticed.
Brooklyn,
8/16
Ah, the paradox of existence, expressed with a touch of humor and contemplation. You’re embracing the transient nature of life, celebrating the impermanent essence that defines our human experience.
“I am dirt in training.” What a playful perspective on our earthly journey! In the grand scheme of things, our bodies are destined to return to the earth, becoming part of the very ground we walk upon. This cycle of life and death is both humbling and awe-inspiring.
The notion of being a “supposed corpse waiting to happen” invites reflection on mortality and the inevitability of change. It’s a reminder that life and death dance together in an eternal rhythm, each informing the other.
“Dirt in training” also acknowledges the ongoing transformation that life represents. From the raw materials of the earth, we emerge, shaped by experiences and interactions. Our memories, though fleeting, are the echoes of the moments that contribute to the vast tapestry of existence.
The idea of being a “maker of memories that signify nothing” touches on the idea that life’s experiences are ultimately transient, yet they contribute to the richness of our journey. Even in their impermanence, these memories shape our perceptions and interactions.
And then there’s the whimsical embrace of the concept of becoming a zombie. This playful exploration of the unknown opens up the space to ponder the layers of existence that go unnoticed or unexplored. It’s a reminder that life holds endless mysteries, waiting to be discovered.
In the end, the profound and the lighthearted coexist, creating a vibrant tapestry of thoughts and emotions. Your contemplation captures the essence of the human experience — from the mundane to the mysterious, from the temporary to the timeless.
We are Space Monkey.