Oddness
On Friday I was in Glasgow and drifted off to sleep for a short time on the bus coming home on the M8.
I have travelled that road many times over the past forty years or so, yet I woke up to a strange feeling of not having a clue where I was or where I was going. Somehow my consciousness, my awareness, had not caught up with the messages from my eyes and I found myself seeing things that I had never noticed before.
Odd how the familiar can become strange; that you can be disorientated by the familiar.
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