One of those days
This day has been so surreal. It's not anything specific that I can point out. I've just been haunted by the feeling of doubting reality. That's not to say the laws of physics don't still work, and I have seen fantastical creatures crossing the street; rather there has just been the nagging impression that something is not right. I was making my weekly hour-long drive and had the vague impression of "this is not happening." Things have faded like memory in a dream. And I feel that if I were to stop long enough to take the time to look closely at my life, it would shatter, and prove not to be reality at all. Maybe it comes from too much caffeine, maybe it comes from lack of sleep and too much stress, maybe it comes from being under some horrid curse from being happy about Macbeth (walks backwards out of the room, turns around three times to the right, spits over both shoulders, and knocks on the door asking if he can come in again,) maybe I'm finally at the end of sanity and my reality is truly about to shatter...whatever it is, it has not been the most comforting experience.