We exist unknowingly over long arcs of time like a fish in water obscured in our everyday selves. As Proust said,
‘I felt....a sense of weariness and almost terror at the thought that all this length of time had...without interruption, been lived, experienced, secreted by me, that it was my life, was in fact me...
----In Search of Lost Time
How uncomfortably did I fit into my early years? With some effort. It took some effort. My parents and family. Fast forward to today. How do I fit into my world now?
With reservations and questions. Politics and people making rules or undoing them. Glued to their phones inward looking.
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