I feel very odd. Sort of disconnected from myself. Almost as if I were looking at someone elses life from a distance. Kind of like I was stoned without any weed or something. I have the sensation of memory or of trance, of looking and visualising scenes but not entirely being there for their playing out. It’s not a bad feeling really and I don’t mean to worry anyone, I just feel… odd.
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I think I getcha. When I get ’em I sometimes call ’em my fugue moments. Whilst that is wildly inaccurate, technically speaking, it’s a handy label for me.