strange feeling...

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore.

It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came,

disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again.

That sort of feeling.

Sputnik Sweetheart - Haruki Murakami

nastya sten in “form meets fashion” for v #87 spring 2014, ph. nicholas alan cope.