just about describes it I guess.
As I sit here, trying to filter out the insane wails, tumbling over guilt and frustration of office work, thinking of relationships and how strangely they are built, trying not to look far ahead into the future, throttling plans, knowing they don't always come true.
As I sit here, I wonder - why are we here again? And why is it that traditionally defined problems sometimes leave me unmoved, and conventionally 'irrelevant' things leave me shaken?
As I sit here, contemplating the fate and foibles of human nature. Death, vanity, prejudice, insanity, fear,
I'm confused. Why are we here again?
Surreal just about describes it.