“I was perplexed, all over again, the way one is after a friend’s death, by the unreality of the situation, the impossibility it presented to the mind. In fact, I was as much puzzled as I was afraid, and my bewilderment increased my fear because I couldn’t recognise my usual self in that state.”
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The Historian, Elizabeth Kostova.
Don’t you hate those moments where you can’t recognise your usual self?
