I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.
I never for a moment considered killing myself, because it wouldn't have achieved anything.
Something had been buried that was not yet dead.
I don't find life unbearably grave. I find it almost intolerably frivolous.
A bit of the vagueness of music stops you going completely mad, I imagine.
The end-of-summer winds make people restless.