I’ve started calling it Time Compression. It feels like it did in 2020 just after the pandemic kicked into high gear. Every day feels like a week and a week feels like a day. It feels like you’re unstuck from reality and everything takes this absurdist tint and everyone is holding their breath including you. Like just existing is causing mild dissociation. The streets are empty and cold even though they’re filled with people and the summer heat is strangling you. Past memories of how things “should” have been or could have been merge and overlap with the here and now. Hauntology in waking life.
I’m not necessarily a believer in any kind of literal collective unconscious, but it feels like it did exist and someone unplugged it again.
Anyways, I felt it start to settle in at the beginning of the year and it hasn’t let up much yet.
In reality though I’m probably just getting old, read too much news, and don’t have enough friends.

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