I am losing track of time.
Not in a conscious way, not like I’m late for some appointment and know that I should watch the clock. It’s more along the lines of “I can feel my former life shrinking in my consciousness and eventually it will be nothing more than a tiny kernel of truth in a vast sea of experience.”
I hate “rational choice theory,” it’s the biggest collection of tautologies and single-founded claims ever thrust upon man. Adam Smith must die. Oh wait, he’s dead. Bastard got his due, I think.
Remember Dave Matthews and “Too Much”? Heh… Yes.
Anyway… It actually happens quickly, this “socialization” into a new community. Already I have lost track of Salt Lake City politics and events. Already I am aware of innumerable workshops, festivals, seasonal “items of interest” and other concerns. No, I’m not really well integrated into my new community yet, but I’m certainly divorced from my old one.
I feel like a sort of nomad at the moment, with no one or no thing to really recognize as my own.