I sit on the kitchen doorstep in a dark garage, sucking on a phoney cigarette. I’m aware of where I am in the blackness and know I am not a part of it. I stand, no longer having body contact except through the soles of my slippered feet. With eyes closed to blacker still I could be anywhere. I’m very much aware of the boundaries of my self, though I cannot see them. I am separate from the dark, the setting, the world around me and feel alien to it. Not belonging.
The funny part is that I can feel this way in daylight too.