Look around you. Not with your eyes. Look, but don’t just look. See. See and feel the transition between the controlled environment of the inside and the wild, ever-changing outside, of the quiet of a room quieted by a superior or other and the ruckus caused when everyone goes back to their business.
Think about it. Don’t make yourself think about it. Notice the change and let your mind wander it’s path through it.
Do you feel it? An odd sensation. One that I can only describe by telling you how close to indescribable it is, or as a strange kind of self-awareness. A kind of self-awareness that you may not be used to, that almost makes you feel like you’re floating. Sliding along your movements effortlessly despite the effort you know it to take.
Do you feel it?
Almost like you’re slipping away.
Almost like you can feel the fragile walls of what you know cracking but not quite breaking and bursting. You feel this unusual self-awareness, this crack in knowledge of the world, but you don’t have what you need to really shatter it.
You can feel it, can’t you?
The world fading from your perspective as you sink deeper and deeper into thought, barely knowing it’s even happening. You’re just doing what you’re doing.
I feel it.