For despair, a walk at night while a crow sleeps.
For ennui, a mug of tepid water each morning.
For melancholy, a pinch of bergamot.
For restless nights, a clove of garlic steeped in milk.
For waves of anger, an inhalation of dried and grated horseradish.
For pain of the heart, an acorn, chewed and spat.
For a sense of purposelessness, a calabrian chili, held under the tongue.
For overzealous joy, a strand of copper braided into the hair.
For conflicting thoughts, a sprig of wormwood, chewed.
For inquisitiveness, a band of pewter heated over a flame and worn around the head.
For independence of opinion, a gram of ground nutmeg, drunk in hot water with lemon.
For a wandering soul, an iron nail tapped into the shoe.
For wandering eyes, an iron band, clasped round the finger.
For loneliness, a stick of coal worn on a silver chain that has been dipped in the juice of a lemon.
For agitation, tears of an equine, frozen.
For fraught dreams, a feather of grouse burned at sunset.
For the bodily pain of endless toil, a bead of mercury.
For the longing to escape, a chain.