I feel distance and change is immeasurable. I feel I am so far beyond, yet so far behind. That as I gain a little I lose a little, and flounder each day in a world of averages and mediums. I feel strangely separated from the universe, as though I have parted my ways with the earth, with it’s people and all that which inhabits it’s perimeters. I spend my days surrounded by those who know less than so much as my name. People pass me, they see me, but they don’t see me. I’m not transparent, not empty, not lonesome, or lost. I’m not wandering, not searching, not broken… I am in my own world, my own universe; but at what cost?