It is a kind of dissociation that borders on a preview of what it may be like — in a near-future — to be a hybrid of our old selves. Like having a residual recognition of what we are/were — and with a corresponding lack of context, depth of feeling.

Like being a hologram.

We move with our surroundings, we go through the motions, but in a one-dimensional way. We hear the singular notes of the theme music of our lives, but there are no variations, no subtext at all. Nothing to build upon.

We float on the chemtrailed air of what we seem to remember…but to merely recall is not to reminisce.

-J