It All Begins With A Song

I get very frustrated with myself because I can never quite shake off the cloak of nihilism that wraps itself around me more frequently than I would like it to. At times it feels like it has been grafted on to me.

If the sound of the above has you wondering what narcotics I must be taking to think such a thing, I cannot easily describe, in words, how envious I am of you. I can’t help but blame lockdown, why not, it gets the blame for everything else, but in my case I’m blaming it for giving me way too much time with my own thoughts.