I can’t shake off the pervasive sense of dread and foreboding that’s settled on me over the past week or so — presumably inspired in large part by the nature of the “vacation” I’ll be taking this weekend, but also the culmination of a lot of other factors as well. Rather than complain, though, I’d rather share my poison: Marillion’s “Interior Lulu,” which I listen to when I need to stew in my melancholy for a while. Quite a while, actually.

Sometimes you desperately need to shake off the bad feelings, but sometimes you just need to marinate in them.

I’d say “enjoy,” but that would be missing the point.