“On Not Feeling It” or “The Treachery of Up and Down”
So now we're well into Lent and its novelty has surely worn off. The pathos of the Ash Wednesday's sorrowful soot-smudge has been washed away and we are starting to notice the nagging itch of what we have given up/taken on, this itch of desire. Such is Lent. It's a strange "presence-in-absence" sort of moment.