As of late I feel more and more detached towards everything. A crying child is no longer annoying. Food does not satisfy. Time does not seem to exist. Everything I seem to do is just pointless, and quite frankly, I don't respond to people well. Not to mention my sleep has been quite erratic.
The only reason I ask is because it's kind of interesting to be on the other side of the spectrum and be an observer for once. Any thoughts?
Reality swirled in a wholly blue manner, revealing absolutely nothing of merit. Things flashed madly in and out of existence like some entirely other sort of phenomena. On a whim, Kurt Vonnegut imploded, taking a sizeable hunk of Massachusetts with him. However, seeing as Massachusetts wasn't entirely sure it existed, the chunk wasn't all that big.

