It is an odd though by no means uncommon circumstance that one loses one’s bearings. When this happens it translates even the most somber demeanour to a singular trajectory; thence to constrained endurance and eventually embracing a broad and unfamiliar orientation. In short things quickly become topsy-turvy. Indeed so awry is the sensation that there is a readiness to believe that one is unhinged. If I were to guess at a metaphor the ingestion of an unfamiliar drug might be the cause of the disquietude. The anxiety is otherwise inexplicable. Apart from the acknowledgement of one’s ephemeral existence for example, I haven’t any other enduring irritants in life; and, I hesitate to adopt an existential dynamic as an absolution.