agnosthesia

 n. the state of not knowing how you really feel about something, which forces you to sift through clues hidden in your behavior, as if you were some other person—noticing a twist of acid in your voice, an obscene amount of effort put into something trifling, or an inexplicable weight on your shoulders that makes it difficult to get out of bed.

–The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

Oh, so there is a name for this. I entered those exact symptoms on WebMD and got nothing.

Diddly-squat.

And they call themselves the leading source for trustworthy and timely health and medical news and information!

The real question is: How do I treat this?

I am gong to have to think on that. In the meantime, let’s listen to this week’s Sunday Morning music. I can do that much for you. This week is an acoustic version of Running on Empty from Jackson Browne accompanied by guitarist and general oddball David Lindley. It’s good stuff plus it might well sum up that feeling of agnosthesia you’ve been experiencing.

FYI, the image at the top is from a marvelous book, The Architect’s Brother, from photographers Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison, whose work I have featured here in the past. Their images are real, not digitally generated or enhanced, which means that what you are seeing is an elaborate set with real props. I have seen a lot of wonderful digital work but I feel that there is something extra in these surreal images that are not created on a computer screen. Maybe it’s because of the level of commitment it takes to create a huge sphere of mud that is propped up on rough bits of wood, like the one shown below.

I would think and maybe write more about that but my agnosthesia is flaring up this morning. Like the song, I am Running on empty.