Feeling Very Strange

One thing, in reading, that gives me great joy is when a story manages to dislocate me completely, a total-body, total-Weltanschauung dysmorphia; when I stand up, midway through the book, to go take a leak or drink some water or just take a cigarette break, and find it shocking to look down at myself, to see my arms, my stride, to measure my height from the ground (too much or too little), and to remember at a distance my name, my yesterday, my probable tomorrow; that I am this animal and not that fiction.