Air

I wonder if its something in the air that we breathe. Like some tiny unseen molecules floating like an epidemic, wafting through when the wind blows and stagnates our skin, enters our bloodstream straight into our heart. Its this overwhelming epidemic of melancholy. Everyone I know has been feeling down in the dumps and out of sorts, without a reason why.

And I'm listening to "Reading in Bed" by Emily Haines. Obviously isn't helping, but it does shut the world out for a moment.

Ah well. Back to work (: