Disociada - Un fanzine más sobre la despersonalización

I woke up this morning Didn’t recognize the man in the mirror Then I laughed and I said, “Oh silly me, that’s just me” Then I proceeded to brush some stranger’s teeth But they were my teeth, and I was weightless Just quivering like some leaf come in the window of a restroom I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean.

Kurt Vile