Honestly very confusing, it felt like reading something by Orwell or Hemingway or Shelley except I kept having to double take - this was ME who wrote this? These very words? Even now when I spellcheck my own sentences I find it hard not to fall into a trance from mere exposure to my own writing. I mean can you blame me? each sentence, balanced and harmonious with every other. Each paragraph a self-contained world, inhabited by words selected by hand from my own personal vocabulary. I mean, you can't make this shit up. Unless you're me.
Nor would you.