The way we touch things when we are in extremely distressed states of emotional shock (after a desertion, a betrayal, a death).
We examine objects.
Whatever objects happen to be in front of us, the most commonplace things. We stare at them and run our fingers over them as if in a kind of reverie. As if we are seeing these things (and all things) as they really are, for the first time.
A strangely sedate feeling of timelessness, as if this new physical contemplation of objects might go on forever.