Life is at a standstill. We are acutely aware that we do not have any control over the next inevitable thing to happen.We move through the day, through our lives, as tho we are in a strange medium, hitherto unbeknownst to us. We feel the atmosphere with our skin, our senses, but were are only vaguely aware of it. It is not the outside that has changed but our perception of it.
Events that are catastrophic in our lives have happened but we are not yet sure of how they will change us. We know it is useless to resist and yet we feel we should do something. As though our actions would make a difference in the outcome.We wait in the eerie silence that envelops us as we recede into our interiors to assess. the interior where external noise is unheard and unremarkable.
In this fugue state of the suspension of the ordinary, we listen. We are not aware that we have receded but the realization that we have withdrawn is made clear by the jarring sensation of the everyday as it intrudes into our inner realm.
