Sometimes I read what is going on in the news (c.f., states banning gay marriage) or just watch “modern” cars going by on the highway and feel such a sense of temporal discorporation. As if my mind is watching events that transpired centuries ago, in a daydream, and any moment the fugue will fall away and I’ll be in the place I always was — which is not here.
Sometimes I feel like I’ve been waiting so very long for an age, for a state of mind that may never come.
And I feel exhausted.
[And elated.]
