—a sadness that I’m not truly in this world. It’s not resentment, nor is it fear. It’s simply a quiet sorrow. I feel sad that I have this feeling at all. Sad about my relationship with the world. Sad about my existence.
I’ve written many times that I love looking at the world through the window of a car. Maybe that’s my journey in life. The world outside is so beautiful—the fields, the sun, all kinds of people and moments. I love these things. Sometimes, I choose to fall asleep, and in my dreams, I glide past them.
But I’m not really there. I’m inside the window, watching all this beauty pass by.
In one of my dreams, I was a kite in a train car, carried by an invisible string into the wind. And for a brief moment, I saw all the scenery. For a brief moment, did you see yourself in it too?
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