What a strange feeling, to realize that you can never really touch anything.
I type this inside a speeding car, believing I am sitting comfortably, except my body doesn't even truly touch the seat—instead, the electrons of this seat repel the electrons of my body, ensuring that I am only ever so near, but never really.
And it is the same for everything that we will ever encounter in life: even the longest, most heartfelt embrace between two lovers will remain to be, ever so slightly, distant.
This was a draft I began writing in August 2014. I am not sure why I didn't get to finish this. I am publishing this now with some thoughts I've added, four years later.
Today I had an anxiety attack.
It wasn't the first, nor the worst, but it crept from behind and surprised me. I was having a pretty good day when it suddenly appeared. I was in the middle of a meeting when it popped out, almost paralyzing me.
Okay, indulge me please.
HELLO, MY NAME IS EVAN TAN.
I'm a writer and communications professional based in Manila, Philippines. Outside of my regular job, I like to travel, work out, volunteer, watch movies and plays, go to art galleries/ fairs and museums, read books, and eat vegetarian food.
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