some days it feels like you were dropped by accident into a space which is still and static, filled with faceless wanderers. a sense of total estrangement as though you had ceased to exist and all that was left was a body conditioned to move along with the crowd. time passes by like a hallucinatory cloud. you stop interacting with your surroundings. you're doing but you're not thinking. maybe you've been reading too much murakami and watching too much kaufman but that feeling - that specific feeling of drifting and disappearing as you watch your hands open the door and greet the lady at the front desk -