After I hear a siren the world often seems to feel a little farther away. Sometimes it doesn’t come back very quickly either, and I just kind of hang out back there, thinking, noticing, wallflower of life waiting for a sign to show me the way to Atlantis. I push through the motions while I watch myself from above, trying not to give it away by being utterly useless, harshly judging my own inaction and apparent cluelessness. Am I really that stuck in my head or does the whole world actually get a little farther away, a little more difficult to hear and a little harder to grasp?