Feeling like I’m living in a work of fiction and one in which the first chapter wasn’t very good. Have the urge to peek at the ending but not sure I’d like it.
For months, I’ve felt more disconnected to the world. I can’t believe the events that have transpired during the last few months. Feel like I’ve entered a fictionalized version of the real world where decorum has no place.
Am I now in Wonderland?