There is a technique in filmmaking whereby a highly busy street scene is sped up in fast motion, but there is one person in real time amidst the hurried landscape.
I am that person.
Somehow, since losing Judson, I feel like I am in a time-warp, everything surrounding me moving at a rapidly different pace. It is a strange sensation, like being in slow motion. While society seems to be in a constant state of activity, bustling around me, I am simply waiting, feeling, hoping, reflecting, but moving ever so slowly in relation to my environment.
My world stopped completely one day…and my pace has yet to catch up with the rest of the world around me.