Raft.

I'm on a raft. It's not land, but it's dry. And I don't have to swim so hard.

Am I really here at all?

...hunched over, eyes glazed, I find "depersonalisation" websites and vaguely (from a long, long way away) agree with some words I read there like how I don't really feel here and real and I wish I knew (wish is probably too strong a word for it) if I was real, in the way I might wish I knew where my phone bill is, oh well, they'll send another one eventually...

Blue-stocking's Guide to the Arts of Life.

It's been a little while. I've been tongue-tied.
Life has been ....... well it's a good thing we like Bach.