Although it sounds like a possible character name for one of my more surreal stories, it’s in fact an accurate description of what I seem to be unexpectedly dealing with the last couple of days.

The imagery accompanying it is a little more flamboyant than usual. Rather than just a feeling of my skin not fitting properly, this time it’s as if my skin is going to unravel and flail around like uncontrollable whips unless I keep my calm and focus.

It’s extremely uncomfortable, and I’m not sure why it’s hitting me right now. It’s all very odd.