The other day at work I was doing something repetitious in front of a computer screen, and realized that although I could seemingly control it, I could not make my own mouth feel like mine. I bit its lips, frowned, licked lips, but it was not mine, it was someone else's down there.
I have decided that what is slowly happening is that my soul is separating from my physical self, like Peter Pan losing his shadow. In need of a Wendy.
Posted by Alan at June 2, 2003 01:36 AM