Anomie-Estrangment-but from my muse

junyabee:
While, like Napoleon, in exile-but from my muse..

The late 80’s, after 1985 to 2012 was like some alien mindset had kidnapped me and placed me in a existential jail that seemed like reality but was divorced from my soul’s resonant affinities. “I” was playing a role that had nothing to do with my incarcerated spirit, though many could’ve testified to the times and place of my persona’s location and presence-in this place or that place.

That which I now view as revelatory to me, I cluelessly had no awareness of their existence. Only dreams, serendipities, and a some legacy media prior to the internet brought some latent notions for what my soul yearned, but from which it was detached. Much as the Hebrews who were made to wander in the wilderness before coming to the promised land, that is how I’d describe that period from ’85 to ‘12-those twenty-seven years....cont'd at the link below

https://www.academia.edu/39766559/Anomie_and_Estrangment_While_like_Napoleon_in_exile-but_from_my_muse.