Dissociation

I’m confused, philosopher. But it’s not my confusion.


You lose yourself. Lose hold of yourself. Just disperse into the air. That’s what happens. Your attention just … floats away. Who you are. What you care about.

That’s what it’s like being me.


It’s just like … detachment I’m infinitely detached. That’s my problem. I’m not attached to anything. Not even Organisational Management. I don’t even believe in O.M. And if I don’t believe in O.M, what then?


It’s like I’m too vague. I’m not even tuned in, really. I don’t come into focus. Not even for myself. Except when I talk sometimes. Like now. But I never really talk like this.


I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t know what I mean. I’m not saying what I mean. But what’s better than saying what I mean.