Do you ever feel like you’re just going through the motions? You’re in action but you’re not really… there? Last night I found myself walking through the Paris metro (or rather herded with the rest of the sheep as they shuffled along the urine-stenched corridors), unable to feel my legs moving. I know I was walking, but I felt as though I was being carried without exerting any of my own energy. I was visibly lost in thought, unbreakable even by the sounds of laughter and aggressive pardon‘s roaring around me. It wasn’t until I inadvertently slammed into a hurried and severely irritable commuter that I snapped out of my daze. More and more this seems to be happening. I’m walking, commuting, or running and can’t feel myself moving – it makes me feel like a kid again. From what I can manage to remember of toddler-life, all the running, jumping, hopping, skipping and sliding seemed effortless, made possible by a force greater than me. Back then, I was undoubtedly focused on something trivial – a toy, a snack, a movie, a person – whereas now, what grips my attention, is much less tangible yet significantly more distracting.

I’m lost in a…

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