The trip was a threnody or an epicede, depending on the countryside through which they were passing

recalcitrant and threnodic eyes

oh amy, what threnody matters

into melody, retreat, begin again: threnody, aubade,

threnody, aubade, like a man who wakes up

I don’t know whether today is February 2nd or 3rd. It might be the 4th, or even the 5th or 6th. But it’s all the same to me. This is our threnody.