Feeling particularly devoid of hope today. I can remember other depressed times – e.g. hospitalizations – and at least there was something in the future to anticipate; right now, nothing. It is hard to hang on to the tiny dissenter, the inner voice which insists all things change.
Damn. I had hoped that the act of typing the above would bring about something new, but everything seems the same.
Note to self: remember Prometheus.