The Air

The air is filled with a glumnus.

A what?
A glumnus.
Is that when you graduate from college, then go back?
No.
Then why so glumn?
The Woz bit the dust.
I heard.
For a second I was thinking Federer wins and Wozniaki wins and life is good and there is no glumnus.
The act of living is by definition a long slog through misery, torment and pain.
It is?
Yes.
Wow.  I'm having a pretty good time.
You, obviously, never went to college.