Hmmmmbug

Introduction. Hmmmmbug is not the Caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. Or maybe she is.

'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I—I hardly know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

‘What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’

‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.

Hmmmmbug asked me who i am. She tried to see. Did she see? At least she cared to look. Whatever.

The Caterpillar likes to believe he is right. Likes to speak its mind. And all through the metamorphosis, tries to hold onto what he thought was himself.

She drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think, you ought to tell me who you are, first.’

‘Why?’ said the Caterpillar.

I dont know either. None of us know why. We long to be understood but can never part with what we are. Let go of our secrets. Be insecure.

Hmmmmbug is waiting for her wings to sprout.

Three Vials of Triviality....

Alice drank the first one and grew big or small or whatever and finally did end up in Wonderland. Ah! And there unfolded a series of unfortunately trivial events, so trivial we now consider them mad. Poor Alice and her vial of LSD. Nice enthralling psychedelia; and Wonderland no less...
The second vial was really running short of substance. It was just about as mind-bending as the acid that Alice so devoutly drained down her bowels. And damn the bluddy leaking bottom. Vials really should be made of tempered glass or some shite!! (I really wouldn't want to run into one of 'em. They are quite sharp even otherwise, and add a bit of temper, and they could very well be ferocity in transparency..) Anyway, to get back to trivial matters, from the leaky bottom of our second vial seeped out the few last drops of truth. And they dripped down and plopped into the azure depths of the ocean. Maybe the entire ocean drained out of the vial. But anyway no one cared to own the vial. And the brave few who tried (and yeah, they did have a good audience to perform in front of) found it too bitter and promptly spat it out. There was not much need of it anyway.
And ah the third vial... It was filled with a liquid (or was it a gas) so light and transparent, you can hardly see it. From what i heard it used to be thick and mucky earlier. And so large, they called it a gene pool. Its grown thinner. Like hair, it thins out with age. And now we hardly feel it, though we exist, like that vapour-water in the vial. Scentless, tasteless, colourless and formless... We look like the vial 'cause we live inside it. And we choose to stay inside, away from scents, tastes and colours.
Maybe we should drop the vial and check whether it cracks...