I've been feeling a bit strange lately.
It's a feeling that's been around for a while now. I feel like I've been poisoned. Like I've been huffing exhaust fumes or smoke, and the haze and the feeling of heavy-headedness never quite went away. Yet my gaze never settles.

I feel, simultaneously, overwhelmed and understimulated. I don't feel depressed, though maybe I should be. I'm not sad, or miserable, or unmotivated. But I am just... there. Observing life from the side, a bystander that was swept up somewhere down the line. I don't experience things, they happen to me and I have no say in them.
It's almost as if, one day, I'd woken up as an entirely new person. Not "starting from blank slate", but superimposed into someone else's life, complete with their memories, their circumstances, everything.
It comes in lapses -- I only feel this way very briefly, an hour at a time at best. It fleets, but seems endless.

It's all very strange. I can't describe it in a way that matters; Ten thousand words about nothing. I want a tarantula tattoo. I want a vacation.