The sun is shining in such a way that the clouds I can see out the windows at the end of the apartment look beautiful in the afternoon light. I am not depressed, but I can feel the proximity of depression, as if it is watching me from nearby, waiting for me to yield to it. I don’t think that’s going to happen though. I would first have to do something reckless, like drink an entire bottle of whiskey and wake up with a hangover. We do have a liquor cabinet in this apartment.