‘Sire, I am from another country’.
I think we are in the world. But then people seem only to be in the world themselves.
It’s disorientating that.
Especially because the world does not seem so very different as the one I have grown up in. But it’s still occasionally feels like an Anti-Déjà Vu. It’s not a feeling that you have already gone through something familiar before. It’s the other way around. The feeling is more like that you are going through something again but it’s entirely unfamiliar.