Derealization

Since childhood, we have experienced a “wall of glass”, being disconnected between ourselves and the world, like watching a film.

Standing behind the wall of glass, stretching across this multidimensional boundary, invisible to the sight, I look ahead of what lies in front of me. The world before me is completely disconnected from where I am standing right now. There are chattering noises of pedestrians walking pass by and the sound of car engines bustling across the streets. While no one is looking at me in this chaotic moment, I place the palm of my hand on this glass surface, under broad daylight. Since childhood, I have been beholding the people like watching a film, experiencing this physical realm that I never felt belonged to. With my hand still resting on the wall of glass, I eventually pull it away and walk backwards, because there is a barrier that disables me from crossing the path.