I cannot relate to anybody who doesn’t feel like an insane person doing a facade of normalcy these days. I walk around looking at strangers and wonder “are you doing a facade as well? Are you going insane the same way I am?” I cannot disguise my disconnect with the “sane” world.
“hey dude, how’s it going?”
yeah pretty good, i’ve started to get this kind of gnawing dread every time i throw a little piece of plastic in the bin and i vividly visualise billions of people doing the exact same thing for decades but other than that pretty good, how about you?
Since I was little, I have viewed Diane Keaton and my mother to be basically the same person. I always felt like no harm to come to my mother if her mirror image was happy and healthy. Preemptive grief is weird but i’m sad to lose that bit of kid logic today.
Every saturday this set of identical twins at the gym are always dressed the same. Even have the same wallets. They SWEAR it is always an accident. The commitment they have to this lie is fascinating.