And It's Like Surfacing From Being Submerged Underwater - Tumblr Posts

rafal maybe it just makes sense in my opinion as far as idk self-isolation goes? sometimes it could just be me projecting since this is kind of an overly particular one (and I'm biased) personal post not sure if I can describe it without sounding like I'm chronically indoors or unobservant (ok I sort of am—depending on what people define as real nature intake) but this does make me think of a “parallel”/vaguely related feeling I've had that then results from the “plexiglass”/surreal everything-is-part-of-a-play feeling? like: oh real life is milling about out there... huh. this may not be the right descriptor but I'll try again to convey it: it's similar to when you get away from the flatness of the page or a screen of text and you go outside or look out the window and stare at the tree boughs above there's so much depth and dimension to the shadows and forms to marvel at but you weren't paying attention before or alternatively it's when you look up from something you're reading realize there's actual noise around you in a public place and it's like surfacing from being submerged underwater it's just... when you tune into life and you KNEW it was there before but did not register it at the time (since it was diluted) and y'know what? I'll tag this with interiority because it also happens to fit if we want to look at things in a more narrative way than reality allows EDIT: I forgot the canon “evidence:” Rafal watches the Nevers' torture without moving for days on end until he's interrupted.