Because much of the time I feel like I am dissipating into a gas. I am becoming increasingly diffuse and abstract and make less sense even to myself. More frequently I am at a loss for words or can not find the word or name for something and I feel lost for an instant. I take little joy in anything anymore but I am not what would be called depressed: I feel more like I am leaving slowly, evaporating.
This picture of Tom makes me really sad. A gulag hair cut on a cute little person who suddenly doesn't want to be on the beach.
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