A thick pall of vagueness worn like a cloak; an uncertainty with living as sly as it is universal. It asserts its existence in crowded rooms, marriages, prison cells and birthday parties.
Its cure can also be its cause. As much a state of mind as a confrontation with being. To some an echo chamber, to others a deep well from which to draw up art, it is an uncertainty with living that is as unique and sneaky as it is universal.

A confrontation with being that becomes a consuming relationship; befriend it and it will be filled before long.

“So Lonely” by The Police
“Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles
“Still Breathing” by Green Day