Do you ever have days where you know you should do something, yet you can’t be bothered to do it? They’re not even difficult tasks by most standards: laundry, running to the bank, vacuuming, writing. Hell, even the things you enjoy that aren’t chores or errands bring you little pleasure. You try to eat, but the food is just ash in your mouth: tasteless and bland. Everything is gray, yet you don’t feel sad. You merely exist. And you cannot move.

Anthony Magestro