Today was strange. It was nice, but it felt strange. I felt like a visitor, like a tourist. Not like a tourist in Stockholm or anything, but like a tourist in life. Like I was watching people and the world from behind a glass wall in a zoo (although it feels more like I'm the one in a cage). And it felt like the rest of the world knew. They knew about that glass. They knew I could only watch, that I was something strange, that I wasn't really a part of their reality. I felt alien.
But it was OK anyway I guess.
It is hard to show that you are vulnerable. Very hard. I have spent over a decade and a lifetime in a culture to hide that.
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