Sometimes, it just happens. No warning, no triggering event. Seemingly out of nowhere, a shroud descends, and the world becomes gray. In this instance, it happened while I was on the train home the other night.
By now, I know that the shroud will eventually lift; it may be a matter of hours, or it may be days instead. Occasionally, light pokes through, like when “Search and Destroy” came up on my iPod, or when I saw the Puppet Bike yesterday for the first time. Despite these moments of brightness, the shroud is still with me this morning.
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