Worse yet, his life used to be normal. Now it is not. I do not know the word for that either. Nevertheless, I know it is my fault.
After meditating on this strange world, for a moment I realized that perhaps “strange” is the word I am looking for.
What a long way from then to now, from there to here. Do I want to go back? Can I get back? Perhaps before, my life was normal and now it is strange. Our lives are strange.