I am trying to get a jingle into your head. A furtive hammering hammering of words that should sound cheerful. They don't always come out cheerful. Sometimes your sadness is contagious and I feel I can't make a joke. If I don't find a gag in the swarm of daily misery, I start sinking into the mud of boredom. And not until I develop a taste for boredom can I get out of it, towards another (culinary) adventure. If only I could, if only we could both eat something to emerge from this sorrow. Nothing. Nada. Pills weaken, bewilder, stupefy, befuddle. If only one were able to find that dish of happiness. We grew up in pitiful circumstances; we live in a sad, violent country. A horrendous and selfish place where people don't love each other. They want to kill each other. So, we need a morsel of joy.