Ennui

Picture this: it's dark and drizzling outside, you have no one to talk to and you're bored to death. You flick on the remote and there's nothing on but Boy Abunda and Kris Aquino. The sight makes you want to barf so you change channels instead and settle for TVE, the Spanish Channel.

You feel a mixture of irritation, boredom, torpor, listlessness. You have a dour mood. You feel like strangling somebody. You want to shout, "Cut the crap" at your next door neighbor who keeps on wailing like a police siren on her Magic Sing, but you don't because it's not worth it. You pick up a book from a pile, start reading, but you couldn't get past the first page.

You sit up, stand up, sit down, scratch your head. And then you open the fridge. There's nothing there.

And then a brilliant idea, you cut your nails.

I am not making sense, am I? But this piece of music perfectly captures that mood. Giuseppe Andaloro interprets Alban Berg's Sonata no. 1 on the piano.