I often find myself disassociated, where my inner world is strangely detached from the outer realm and I find such moments of detachment somewhat illuminating in the sense that it defies logic that my mind should be so far removed from the external environment that it seemingly is connected to. Sometimes I stare in a mirror, into my pupils and find that what I am looking at isn’t connected to the thing that is peering into the void. It’s a strange feeling that I can only describe as disassociation and detachment. It’s almost as if the consciousness driving the motor function is not a part of me but something outside of me. Maybe I just spend too much time on the inside, that any outer contact is foreign and bound to feel separate.

Just an observation and perhaps it is best if I left such observations to myself in fear of being carted off in a padded van by men in white coats.