Have you ever read a story and become so caught up, so involved in it that it sorta consumes you? And even after you finish reading it, you can’t stop thinking about it? You wonder if you should tell someone else about it or maybe write about it or read something completely unlike it, just to get it out of your head? And you have this very odd feeling that makes you immobile and you want to close all the curtains and sit in the darkness and concentrate on all the negative things in your life? And no matter what you do to try to return to the “now” of your mostly-fine life, there’s a heaviness that simply will not disappear?