Something like that. Begins like, "I do not think I am a Noun..."
I got that from reading Buckminster Fuller when I was much younger. He was making the point that a person isn't a set, static Thing. You grow. All of the most basic pieces of you are always moving and changing. All of your cells are replaced every seven years. Go smaller and it's all just vibrating molecules, subatomic probabilities.
Stuff like that. I'm not going to get all cosmic on you, but I like that sort of re-framing of things, and it's always stuck with me. When life has slipped into boring / routine / get-through-the-day mode, it doesn't actually take much to pause and make things seem exotic or foreign or spooky.
Or to see things as shifting with a weird, subliminal magic. IF you're willing to let go a bit and forget what you think you know.
I hope you're stepping out into the sun as it takes up more and more of the day. I hope you're taking off that damn mask to breathe some fresh air. Wear something without sleeves and show more skin to the light. Squint and let the shapes abstract, let the details disappear...