There are surefire ways to fall into a numb despair.
The ingredients are always within reach. A bit of not asking for what you want, a dash of not doing all you can. Two tablespoons of bad luck. Large handfuls of laziness and denial. Sprinkle with complacency and mix together in a large pot filled with obligations and you will have a shit soup, a broth of misery you'll drink every day for a very long and lonely winter.
