Poetry, confessions, soliloquies... Anything. I'll start with a vignette It was one of those all-too-human moments of quiet desperation and intrinsic conflict that made up his life. Ennui, to him, was familiarity. The color of the Gatorade in his plastic cup was only slightly brighter than the government-funded bench he was sitting on, which is to say a sterile shade blue. Blankly he stared at the cheese sandwich atop the familiar desecrated brown lunch bag, trying to keep his mind occupied...
