alienation

I like this sentence, taken from a paragraph I wrote in December (the rest of the paragraph being basically an impotent gesture* in the general direction of Hamlet's awesome "weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable" soliloquy), while depressed:

My hands are a kind of feet.

Unrelatedly—or relatedly in a way that cannot easily be traced?—this video is amazing:

[Turn your damned computer speakers on!]

* Relatively impotent: not so much a softoff as the chubs.