Classy and Shit

I have this acute anxiety that my friends in the US are leaving me behind. I keep dreaming that they are mocking me or disparaging me, usually in really bizarre places like a Disney Land located on a reservation atop a doomed and haunted mountain mansion I shoot out of in a carboat from a great altitude into a churning river with messages raining down on me shot by arrow telling me how to safely arrive at the river’s end. In Lund I’m often struck by the sense that the me on my bike in Mårtenstorget is a version of me that perhaps exists in a parallel universe that isn’t the main trajectory of my fate. I feel like I took a misstep somewhere which has alienated me from my place in the world. In the end all this time spent dreaming and time traveling have knocked me from any normal sleep schedule. I am completely uprooted from the usual machinations of the universe and I might be asleep or awake but I’m not really here anymore.