My sense of time is shifting. A single moment can feel incredibly open and vivid. In the next moment, time is compressed; I haven't any idea how the past several hours have passed, how last month began and ended, how anything and everything in the past year of my life has actually taken place.

It's all happened and yet it feels like I exist in a time vacuum, and that once I emerge, everything I knew before will have been preserved, petrified, standing still and waiting for me. 
The fact of this (sort of) expectation is mildly disconcerting.