Out of time

I feel out of time. I’ve felt that way, off and on, for as long as I can recall. Today is an “on” day.

I feel my time was some other time and I don’t belong here at all, like someone snatched me out of my window of time and placed me in this time, all but the ghosts of memories erased from my head.

Affinities: 1960s, 1940s, 1920s, 1890s… others.

I’m not sure what today feels like in terms of time periods, but it feels off to me to be where I am. Like I should be finding my way home instead of sitting at the keyboard and trying to work or write. I feel like a will-o-wisp, floating hither thither, trying to latch onto something real.

I probably should solve that odd insomnia thing — that’s probably the cause of today’s feeling. And yet…

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