Real desperation isn't frantic and loud. Itlives in the mind. It is subdued and quiet; itsilently drags you down to a viscous sea ofitself, where you subsist day after day, viscerally. The longer you are in this place, the more morbid the mind becomes. Real desperation is caused by visceraldesire, extinguished by tacit contentednessand reined by nothing and no one. This is the story of how we live today.