It was either a Chinese proverb or William Gibson in Pattern Recognition who suggested that jetlag was caused by a persons soul having to ‘catch-up’ to their body after jet travel. Dyschrony.
She knows, now, absolutely, hearing the white noise that is London, that Damien’s theory of jet lag is correct: that her mortal soul is leagues behind her, being reeled in on some ghostly umbilical down the vanished wake of the plane that brought her here, hundreds of thousands of feet above the Atlantic. Souls can’t move that quickly, and are left behind, and must be awaited, upon arrival, like lost luggage.
My recent trip to New Zealand bought this to mind, crushing me for a week whilst I recovered from the endless travel followed by the schism of my body and soul.
I wonder if there is a word for the corporate jetlag caused by working across timezones?