Warming up with Canadian composer André Gagnon’s 1983 album "Impressions" and a robust cup of Antoccino in this overcast Saturday morning has unexpectedly twirled into a rather onerous process. Frozen shadows of my life lingered on like wretched souls composed over Gagnon’s placid Comme au premier jour, yearning for affections of any kind. Sigh. I quietly observed my trembling being inaudibly let go exhalations of despondency, as if unbiasedly reviewing someone else’s inconsequential life application, while archiving Fluc.tu.a.tion with an emotional damper over my soundless mind.