I see something wrong. I felt as if I was gradually separating from everything around me, and I was worried that it could be an early sign of illness. At first, you feel suspended as if the hours don’t make the day and your presence – in an airplane or on the street – doesn’t affect the outside world as usual. Then came the bruises and the fevers, a persistent cough that didn’t go away. Perhaps this is a way for death to announce its arrival, it will make you no longer aware of what you are doing.
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