It is currently 3 A.M. on a Monday, exhausted from my work, I am beyond tired to even crawl on to my bed and rest. So I decide to stay up, do a bit of thinking, and of course, writing.
During quarantine life, I have had the opportunity to think about a lot of things, but among all of them, there is one that bugs me every single day. To be fair, it has been on my mind ever since I moved across the pacific ocean, to where I have spent the last 3 years living in. And I believe the thought is common for all immigrants, namely, the thought of home. It is with you at any place, during any time, and there is no warning when it would pop up, it might come to you when you’re looking at a piece of art work in a museum, or even opening the fortune cookie at a local Chinese restaurant (although I have never seen a restaurant offering fortune cookies in my home country). My point is, the feeling is everywhere, whether you like it or not. But what exactly are we missing? The memory we have with our friends? The joy of being around with our family? The feeling of being in a comfort, accustomed place? To discuss more about that, let’s first look at the “Bundle Theory”.
The Scottish Philosopher David Hume described self as a bundle. He argued that when you reflect on yourself, you see memories, thoughts, feelings, but no particular you. What you observe is merely expressions, you cannot conclude…
