A listless dissatisfaction of corner coffee tables and secondhand bought mugs arises; even scolding hot tea cannot pierce the ice on your tongue. a book stack of unfolding prophesies cascade like the Nile before you: your future awaits, but all you hear is the hum drum of the clock on the wall ticking in place its hands bound by an invisible force; I am not all here.
Describe the feeling of ennui













