It dredges the spirit.
Takes the precious sediments of feeling and removes them from the shell of wondering.
This is the beginning of lost enchantments.
The ellipsis of being in dismal places.
You fend off the monotony with the enigmatic sparkle of beer.
But the enigma never lasts through conditions of superficial inducement.
We begin to surf the wave of the dread that sweeps across the European landmass.