Ftrain, by Paul Ford

I think often of Rumi's "welcome and entertain them all/even if they be a crowd of sorrows." There certainly are a crowd of sorrows always at the door. Perhaps it's better to just shrug and make them coffee. Sit them down. Introduce them to the cats. Hello, infertility; hello depression; hello professional failure; hello unemployment; hello inertia; hello death; hello obesity; hello all. We have enough chairs. Do you want Splenda? Let me skip over the coffee-table conversation; it's what you'd expect. There is a fight between employment and depression, etc. But at the end all the sorrows sing a little song. The lyrics are a shame. And depression can't play guitar although God knows he tries. It goes like.

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