Pause for a moment of melancholy

Do you ever have the experience of sitting in a place, perhaps in a meeting in an overly air-conditioned conference room, watching a woman speak and feeling as though none of it, the striped dress, the chunky necklace, the pale and powdered skin, the table, the walls, none of it should be real? It is not a matter of distraction or daydreaming, simply a feeling of how did this all come to be.