The Unseen Script: When Reality Felt Like a Stage
For years, a persistent feeling clung to me, a sense that the world around wasn’t quite… real. It’s hard to articulate, even now, but growing up felt like navigating a meticulously crafted stage set. The symmetry of the landscapes, the way the light seemed to fall just so, the almost too-perfect choreography of everyday life – it all felt staged, somehow. Before concepts like "the Matrix" seeped into the collective consciousness, I was already living in my own version of it. Déjà vu wasn't a fleeting moment; it was a constant echo, reinforcing the feeling of a pre-written script. And then there was the unsettling sensation of being watched, of being the central character in a narrative I hadn't been given access to. Everyone else seemed to be in on the act, playing their parts with practiced ease, while I stumbled through, convinced I was missing some crucial cue. This wasn't just teenage angst or a passing phase. It was a deep-seated feeling of otherness, of neve...