Friday, May 04, 2012
Like a shadow, ennui grabs hold of the bottom of feet and follows one's steps from dawn to dusk. What happens after dark? Damn ennui slides inside like one of those worms that tickle a toenail and slip into bloodstreams through the feet, slipping out of the soil which keeps us grounded in order to wrap itself around essential organs squeezing the very life out of us. Ennui - you know. Every now and again, I know you know.