Ever get the feeling you're somewhere you're not supposed to be?
Ever get the feeling that you're living someone else's life, in someone else's place?

These last couple of days I have felt this way.
Or perhaps more accurately, like I've fulfilled some form of function and now have to move on. I'm now looking for signs that there's going to be anything lasting resulting from this recent period of upheaval. In a lot of ways, I feel like I'm slowly waking up from a dream. Lots of memories but all of them becoming less tangible.

I don't feel bad about it, but it's a bit disconcerting.
Everything feels like it's made of paper and about to blow away or crumple in the rain.

I hope this makes sense to someone. I now feel I'm waiting to be found out.

Stepping back to observe, see what happens next. Becoming ever more detached from events.

That sort of thing.

Anyway, felt like writing it down! Maybe I shall write more later.