I sit and stare at walls

Bleak moments, these, pregnant with anxieties that, though still young, seemed as old as his own age would allow; descended from a long, hearty line of anxieties not so different from today's. Anxieties about cars crashed or fallen into disrepair, dwindling reserves of personal capital, disappointed girlfriends left wondering what it is, exactly, that they're doing sticking around, debt (always of debt!) amassed to, seemingly, no personal gain, the mere prospect of having to feed himself yet again with food prepared in haste and with a lack of skill, and, of course, his having these anxieties at all.