Feeling like I've been here before

I am standing on ground zero, frozen and transfixed, watching the world sped by at double-timed high. I see shadows of them rushed by but I don't think they see me.

Did I die because I cannot feel anything anymore? Or is it because I ceased to feel anything anymore, I am dead?

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Totally off to the side: How do you tell someone that he has had it all wrong and life is just as easy as he is willing it to be?

Or, perhaps, it was I who have gotten it all wrong?