When the World was not Itself

Somehow, this world was not right. Lou knew there was something wrong, but putting her finger on that wrong was difficult. It was as though the closer Lou got to whatever it was that was wrong, the further away it appeared to get. Each time she stopped, looked around and saw that this world was not quite right, she could see something in the periphery of her vision that maybe could explain it. If only she could reach it, but each time her mind tried reaching for this thing, it evaded her, fad...