Not too long ago, I came across this strange mood stirring inside me. It felt like nothing had a point anymore. It’s a very strange disembodied feeling. Like I was floating outside of myself, looking at me. And it made me feel a little hopeless, hapless even.
I’ve encountered this feeling a couple of times in my life. And as usual, it puts me in a very melancholic and pensive mood. When the world around you doesn’t matter, what is left? It always leaves me in a philosophical quandary.
I don’t exist. Except in my own imagination.