Tremor in the force

Some days – longer periods, even – just pass with the feeling that something is not right. I don’t mean the all-so-fashionable “I’m depressed and/or I have existential problems” attitude. These are completely normal days, without anything particular, no fading of colours, no giant crash of principles, just a tremor in the force, a tiny one. It’s not the omen of great changes (although, very rarely, it might be), maybe it does not even trigger a small shift in anything. It is just there.

It feels like if someone was around (watching me?), like I should ask questions (to myself? to someone else?), if I should really do something (that I have forgot to do?) and it leads to a slight discomfort that lingers on. A strange perfume that impregnates an object and every time you get closer to it you feel this unpleasant smell. The problem is, you can never know what had been impregnated. It just comes from somewhere.