staying in

a slow paralysis is taking hold of my arms. joints seem reluctant to unbend and muscles too rigid to spasm. tremors that previously curled around each thought have been duly recorded. markings made, intensity noted. but now the thoughts like every song my neighbour sings at mignight are flattened to the last note. what issues is only a low hum, the primary chord of pleasurelessness.

why isn't there a word for that cessation of pleasure? the way an old happiness rattles, why isn't there a word for that?