Your smile does not match the horrible experiences you are conveying to me with your words. It serves to distance you from these horrors, I know. And I wonder – are you aware of your smile?
I wonder what fortunate events have counterbalanced my own horrors so that I have evaded the dissonance I see in you. Or am I simply not aware of my own incongruities?
There is a strangeness flowing out of you as you speak. Your thoughts wander and then return to the topic at hand, running full circle.
I wonder how firm your grasp on reality remains. Or is your reality so unthinkable that you have released yourself from it?