The wind is making me uneasy again. It’s not anything specific so much as a general sense of unrest. A hyper-awareness, sensitivity verging on anxiety. It’s not the accident, either – this actually started weeks prior. Something’s brewing, bubbling to the surface. The wind tastes like smoke, jasmine and electricity.
I would tend to agree, as things where I live are the same way. There is a malice of presence out there, just under the surface. Kinda funny as most people I am around think I am a bit off feeling this way.
popsy101 some freud ref. ‘bubbling to the surface. The wind tastes like smoke’ is general anxiety of Oil affecting all parts of econ and thus morale, my only other guess is maybe ultra-hyper sensitivity to tetonics or weather like farmers barring supernatural possibility