According to Sanjar, khomar describes a state of dreamy wakefulness. You're not asleep, not unconscious, but you're not entirely here either. You're adrift in a hazy in-between, eyes open but seeing something more ethereal. It's a word that defies rigid definition, an experience that slips through your fingers even as you try to grasp it.
This brings to mind khomar, a Pashto word I learned on my podcast Fifty Words for Snow from Afghani guest Sanjar Qiam describing a state of dreamy wakefulness. Khomar invites appreciation of life's fleeting, dreamlike nature.
What if we could peer at the stories we tell ourselves, the identities we wear, the solidness we ascribe to our lives, and say: Wait a second... this isn't real either, not really.
It reminds me of the Buddhist concept of maya, the illusory play of appearances that makes up our so-called reality. We're all wandering through this life, convinced of its solidness, its permanence, its truth. But what if we're mistaken?
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