Is it really possible to put a face to a name when both are known and identifiable, but suddenly become alarmingly unfamiliar?
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An uneven sense of reality
Lately, it seems like there's very little activity in my day that I find my mind thinking about consciously. I'm floating through the hours on autopilot, not quite being able to distinguish one the other. I feel like I know exactly how each day will play out, down to the last minute. And yet, there's still a part of me that goes to bed every night in hope that I wake up to a day that is different from the one that I'm putting to bed.
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