Waiting for Feelings to Pass
Within an hour of being back in Davis, I felt emotionally disoriented. I felt happy to be back, and see people again, but I feel more distanced now than in any recent memory. The world feels like it’s composed of people who are busy giving each other the cold shoulder while reaching for another’s cold shoulder. It’s not a system of altitudes, of tiers and ladders, it’s one giant ring of everybody ignoring everybody else.
Categorized as Life