Monday, June 14th, 2010
(airplane: NJ – SLC)
How is it even possible that I’m on my way home? How did time skip forward to this point, carrying me along effortlessly in the present moment until suddenly I wake up and the present moment is THIS, an inevitability so built up and anticipated as to be now mundane, almost. Commonplace, while at the same time it’s strange enough to be numbing, dissociating.
Maybe BECAUSE it feels so normal? So every day, as though I’d only ever been on vacation.
This is what Lucy and the rest of them must have felt, stumbling out of the wardrobe, finding themselves suddenly right back home again.