On the way to take the kid to school this morning, the world was once again shrouded by a thick blanket of fog.
It fits very well with my current state of mind.
You see, I am living in a fog. My world is covered and I am alone in the haze.
I can’t see very far ahead of myself. When I try to shine a light into the murk all I get back is a reflection. I can’t tell where I am going. I have no vision of the future.
The problems I face are just strange, lurking monoliths.
I know they are there, but I can’t see them.
I sense them. I feel them. Surrounding me, pressing down on me from all sides, like the buildings I passed by this foggy morning.
(One of these days I am going to drive right into one.)
I know there are other people here too, in my fog. I can tell they are here with me, but I can’t see them very well, and they… well, they can’t see me at all.
Maybe I am the fog. Maybe I am disappearing.