as someone once said (žižek - sharpened gee for the ž,
i.e. gee jee zee assembled together, somehow,
like je suis, kinda, almost, but higher tier of g,
more like jay-z, but in one unit - in polish simpler: ź),
'why be happy when you can be interesting?'
fair enough, but premature
depression just isn't on,
i don't get that after mankind's
darkest hour (the holocaust),
the light ought to be sadness in
youth, and not natural sadness
in old age, when everything has
been achieved...
my neighbour is burning tires
as i speak, or some other rubber /
if not some plastic... i don't get it...
why would depression attack youth?
i guess because old age cannot
succumb to melancholy but instead
dementia... and since old age
can't succumb to depression it must succumb
to something, leaving a gap, allowing
depression to creep up and curse youth.
it's still odd for me to trust people who
don't enjoy thinking like music, and music like
breathing.