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I feel lost. I have no reason for feeling this way. But I still feel it. I feel like the dancers at that Israeli wedding. Have you ever seen that footage?
The dance floor collapsed. You watch the dancers fall. You see their faces distorting from laughter into horror into a hole of darkness and smoke. Smile and laughter to horrified faces floating—they’re gone. I watched it in slow motion.
That’s how I feel in my chest, behind my face, and in my eyes. I feel my mind collapsing. I feel myself falling. And you’re watching.
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Metanarrative