It's strange, I've felt such a peculiar sensation for the past year or so, with increasing intensity as time goes on, as if I'm entirely divorced from my own perception. I find myself beset by an irresistible fixation on my momentary images, things that I used to merely accept without a thought have become bizarre displays, the way in which I can move my body, the shape and very idea of objects, the realization that memory is created rather than truly recalled, the idea that I could be here right now, experiencing anything at all. Why didn't I notice it before? Honestly it's hard to believe. Did I always feel like this, am I simply forgetting? My past memories, there is no order to any of them.
At first it was unsettling, but now I've grown addicted to the feeling. It's as if I could die and it wouldn't matter, as the absurdity of this life has revealed itself to me.
At first it was unsettling, but now I've grown addicted to the feeling. It's as if I could die and it wouldn't matter, as the absurdity of this life has revealed itself to me.
