[post transcribed from a paper journal]
Reality seems to be shifting erratically about me without any rhyme or reason at a much higher rate than usual. Normally, I can expect one real thing to become completely unreal, or one non-existant, unreal thing to suddenly exist and be accepted as normal w/o any transition every few days or so. Lately, it’s been as much as two or three hundred things every day, which is quite unsettling. It’s not even big things that are changing, only the small details; the organization of furniture, a change in a person’s beliefs, carpet colors, or maybe the size/shape of a tree. So many small things spontaneously changing, that is, always having been the way they suddenly are for everyone but me, has left me feeling totally unanchored.