In a strange fatalistic mood after eating poorly every song on the radio sounds like impending doom.

But it’s only romantic doom made more real by the usual morning rush. I generally confront outbursts of nihilism by making a “to-do” list and then working my way down, thus creating a little bubble of productivity that carries me through the day. This is pretty much the same way bubbles work everywhere, even in the economy. Temporary sustenance.