Rented space

The air we breathe is borrowed.
The space we occupy is temporary.


This city makes me think, makes me stare blankly... Oops, am I staring into some one else’s space? Borrowed space is not just a concept of a physical dimension of space. I think it also means borrowed space in situations that we find ourselves caught in. those situations we think others belong in, the spots that we thought we’d never find ourselves in.
Does that happen to you often? At times? Has it happened ever?

I think we create a world in which we borrow so much in…it starts when we are tiny, really tiny...we grab impressions that we see or experience. Then we grow up and borrow images which we want to cling on to…of people we idolize, of personalities we want to exhibit...and then begins the process of transition...from one space to another bubble..and we lose some imprints in the passage and few new ones come along..but does the new bubble give you the warmth of permanence? does it make you say with a zing: this is it! this is the zone which will by my ozone? is a part of rented space a term of continuous existence? guess the theory applies to it...jus the way the say "only change is permanent. "