Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!!!!!!

This response to a letter from a lady posted on Salon contains the textual description of what my brain refused to do in the midst of the worst of last years depression.

"And never do you let the coming year rise up like a monstrous wave and crush you with unimaginable tedium. Never do you let the dread sink in until you feel cold and dead inside; if you find yourself staring into the abyss you switch seats and think of ice cream. "

For some reason, the ability to see the present day and only the present day, to limit the perspective to the future 24 hours only was completely gone. Which would have been fine if I had been planning for retirement or buying a house 24-7 but I wasn't, which means that the coming years until eternity were rising up like multiple tsunamis and pounding me under the ground.

Incidently, I like Salon very much.