Wyeth, Cellar Fireplace, 1955
Every morning, even before I open my eyes, I know I am in my
bedroom and my bed. But if I go to sleep after lunch in the room where I work,
sometimes I wake up with a feeling of childish amazement — why am I myself?
What astonishes me, just as it astonishes a child when he becomes aware of his
own identity, is the fact of finding myself here, and at this moment, deep in
this life and not in any other. What stroke of chance has brought this about?
What astonishes me, just as it astonishes a child when he becomes aware of his
own identity, is the fact of finding myself here, and at this moment, deep in
this life and not in any other.
Simone de Beauvoir
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