Only two days ago I thought the world was ending or at least that I wouldn’t be able to make it much further down the stressful, straitened path we’ve been trodding.
Then some cool wind (I can't plot its direction; only know it filled and revived me a little) whispered in and I felt more alive.
Diminished not finished quoth the man. Fighting mad. As they say (tiresomely), it’s a strategy, then it’s a tactic. A luta continua. Dizrhythmia. I'm not melting, you are.
Split Enz: I Got You (Link)