I find myself regarding existence as though from beyond the tomb, from another world; all is strange to me; I am, as it were, outside my own body and individuality; I am depersonalized, detached, cut adrift. Is this madness?

Henri Frederic Amiel, July 8, 1880

(Swiss Philosopher)

Vestibular Neuritis/DPD?

Alienation is the disconnectedness and dissociation

Of my mind from emotions and the external world.

Falling deeper into a parallel universe.

Like a child on hallucinogens.

My abnormal perception of what is reality.

Isolation, fear of dying;

Not waking up the next morning to the smell of fresh air,

Or the smell of hydrocarbons pouring in through the window.

Direct inhalation, making me feel more alive.

Pure bitterness that what is known as “life” is finite.

But what is life? I’m tired of questions that can’t be answered.

Am I awake?

Am I dreaming?

I’m tired.

Category 5

The human mind is nothing more than a hurricane of fears;

Shifting from high to low pressures;

Panic equalizes.

The eye of the storm widens,

And I’m pulled in by the perplexed winds.

Over and over and over and again,

Each time more traumatic than the last.