The Strangeness Has a Name, Even If You Don't Have It Yet
You walked through the front door and waited to feel something arrive. It didn't. The smell was the same, the light through the window was the same, and yet you stood there like a guest who had memorised the floor plan. This is not ingratitude. It is not distance. The Gita calls it the natural consequence of a self that has moved on while the scene held still.
