{"id":78,"date":"2009-04-07T11:06:37","date_gmt":"2009-04-07T15:06:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/?p=78"},"modified":"2009-04-07T11:06:37","modified_gmt":"2009-04-07T15:06:37","slug":"museum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/2009\/04\/07\/museum.html","title":{"rendered":"Museum"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I see myself<br \/>once here and then there<br \/>as others see me.<br \/>As a person who <br \/>does things,<br \/>spends his time <br \/>this way or that,<br \/>not mysterious as I imagine but<br \/>puzzling and trapped by<br \/>slothful poisons.<br \/>Yes, yes, <br \/>those things and more as I<br \/>question quantity of life<br \/>versus quality,<br \/>the greed for more years <br \/>at the backward-reaching expense <br \/>of their meaning.<\/small><\/em><\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p>I have been looking at <br \/>human beings in a way <br \/>that is new to me. <br \/>All human beings,<br \/>not anyone I know but <br \/>arbitrary specimens of human <br \/>passing through<br \/>my museum of the present,<br \/>my showroom of future memory.<\/p>\n<p>We are strange concatenations of matter<br \/>parading ourselves, exposed,<br \/>it is impossible to hide the <br \/>obviousness of what we are, yet<br \/>uncertainty lingers like the<br \/>disdain of a stranger.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I see myselfonce here and then thereas others see me.As a person who does things,spends his time this way or that,not mysterious as I imagine butpuzzling and trapped byslothful poisons.Yes, yes, those things and more as Iquestion quantity of lifeversus quality,the greed for more years at the backward-reaching expense of their meaning. I have been [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[23],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-78","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","et-doesnt-have-format-content","et_post_format-et-post-format-standard"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/saumAn-museum","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=78"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/78\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=78"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=78"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/wsbj.com\/sorabji\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=78"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}