For a while today I was lost.
A sense of unreality descended.
I felt disconnected.
Out of touch.
I had little idea of what was going on in the world around me.
A feeling that felt unfamiliar and unwelcome.
And strangely eerie.
Not nice at all.
So was it stress, drugs or simply a Friday meltdown?
No, dear reader.
I left the house and forgot my iphone.
And for a very long two hours, the world felt silent.
Due to a lack of modern technology at my fingertips, I scribbled this post on the back of a Morrison’s receipt. In pencil. It felt very 1980s and strangely liberating, on reflection.