Shadowland

He calls.

"I just read your blog this morning. You are right. Sometimes it is just like that. You've been going along fine for awhile, everything seeming normal, and then you turn a corner and nothing seems right. You are lost as in a dream, only the other was the dream, not this. Everything that was good has turned bad, and you know that it was your fault, not anything you've done on purpose, but just things you've done as you drifted along feeling that everything was OK."


He paused a minute. We hung in the silence. I didn't say anything. And then he went on.

"I don't know. I just feel I've made a mess of everything in my life. Everything seems to be sliding out from under me. Even the ground seems liquid. I want to be alone, I think. I want to change."


"Just hold on," I said. "Everybody gets like this sometimes. I know what you mean. But it passes."

I said that without being certain, though. Trying to outlive the badness can take a mighty long while.