wasteland

the weather was biting cold today. the air outside would unexpectedly bite your neck and make you cringe whenever you stepped outside.

i don't like the cold. i don't like winter. i don't like going outside much during this season at all.

and i haven't liked much of anything or anyone lately. some moments are better than others. but i have lost the desire to make any effort at all.

there's something about this season. this economy. this state of affairs. hope and joy are gone from this world. sure, people do what they can to get by and may even find happiness in small things. but these are tough times for most of us, for a variety of reasons.

t.s. eliot's "the wasteland" seems most apt for these times.