The emptiness consumes, demanding more and draining more. It was as though I was falling into an abyss with each dying strain of melody.
I tried to stop myself from falling, but it's difficult. It's almost inexorable, the impending doom. Dvorak had guided the listener into a pit of human conditions, leaving them there to languish in despair.
I guess, I'm not really comfortable with such intrusion, such disturbance to my psyche.
I'm still the little kid who wants the world to be bright and cheery.