P.S. I don't exist


 "P.S. I don't exist" written on a pebble can be interpreted in several ways.

The writer is nonexistent. A commentary on the fleeting nature of existence. The pebble, a small, insignificant object, bears a message that questions the writer's own existence, highlighting the impermanence of life. A poignant expression of feelings of invisibility, insignificance, or disconnection. The writer is conveying a sense of not being seen or heard.

A nod to the absurdity of life, where a message on a pebble declares nonexistence, challenging the reader to ponder the meaning and purpose of such a statement.

Street art or guerrilla poetry, where the pebble becomes a canvas for a thought-provoking message.


The beauty of this phrase lies in its ambiguity, allowing the reader to interpret it in their own way.

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  1. KjraoAugust 19, 2024 at 5:15 AM

    It is a very interesting musing conveying a deep philosophical meaning.It also questions the philosophy of existentialism.
    As told in the blog,the narrative constantanly reminds the readers how impermanent the life is.Also,whether it is pebble or human, the life lasts only for some time.Only duration in both may differ but the fact still remains they do not have eternal life.
    Like a pebble is used in this case to wake us up to face reality,humans also should strive constantly be useful to make the others to understand the lfe's gamut and live in reality.

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