It’s another strange, surreal moment in my life when I don’t feel at home inside my own being. Everything around me is in a strange perspective, like I’m seeing the world through a wide-angle lens. All of the colors are blending together. I can see myself walking around, or sitting in my chair.
Last time I felt like this I was walking through the rain in Chicago in early June, listening to Radiohead. Before that, it was the night I drove home from eBay for the last time at 4.00 AM, after saying goodbye to no-one and sneaking out the back.
This time there is no rain.