I’d call it “A particularly good sort of messed up interference”.

Yes, that’s what I’d call it.

It’s the interference that have a curious little incomprehensible thing in the middle.

A curious little incomprehensible thing that, when touched, when felt, turns even the worst of moments inside out.

A curious little incomprehensible thing that, when touched, when felt, introduces a very mild insomnia.

Very mild, certainly. Just enough to allow some time for review.

An introspection.

The interference is a curious congregation of a surprising few.

A curious congregation of two.

And that very interference —

it just makes you feel light for no reason.