Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateurs drunks, the bores.
I tell you such fine music waits in the shadows of hell.
I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.
the history of melancholia includes all of us.
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
but isn't there always one good thing to look back on? think of how many cups of coffee we drank together.