Stealthily these silent vapours are invading my life, optically everthing seems okay, but an unexplained melancholia pervades, almost as if something is dying, or rather being slaughtered from within, birdsong converted to wail, irrelevant life on sale, fostering an unsettledness that's getting more settled. Life is sometimes a death in instalments. #melancholia #YoPoWriMo #yqbaba
