Is this what people feel like in literature classes?
To not have the right questions--to not know the answers, but to not know the questions--to be afraid of everything and yet engulfed just the same?
That's what I feel. I haven't felt so beyond my depth since 2001: A Space Odyssey.
Everything I know about myself is up in the air (not because of the movie, but because of me. I can't react to it. I have literally no ability to react at all).
As of this moment I realize I have based my entire identity on being able to think. What happens when I can't is truly a gruesome experiment.
I write posts like this.
Go watch Akira. I'll wait. Then tell me the questions I'm supposed to ask.
You still can think, you know.
ReplyDeleteIf it helps at all, I'm beyond my depth all the time.
That probably doesn't help. I will go watch it as soon as I obtain it from you; I promise.