Melancholy. Such a pretty word, for such a lousy feeling.

@CrazyMusicLover The word always reminds me of a pale victorian woman, in a white linen dress, a bouquet of lilting purple tulips in her hand, as she looks forlorn and out into the distance over the rolling waves. The grey sky is cold, austere, and she is alone. The wind whips at her skirt, and her unbound hair...her feet are bare, and she is chilled, yet she cannot leave. Perhaps that is a beauty of sorts - one that tears at my heart.

@LadyBronte I have many associations but mostly grey foggy weather, cold autumn days, moors, bogs, and everything being slowed down.

Like this song. I absolutely love it.

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Also that famous painting by Caspar David Friedrich (Wanderer above the Sea of Fog)

I actually see a lot of beauty in it but real depression is not fun at all.

@CrazyMusicLover Yes, depression and being forlorn, is always romanticized to a degree when it is anything but.

@LadyBronte Exactly, it may only look interesting from the outside. But from the inside there's nothing. It's like when someone thinks that a depressed person draws or paints this kind of art. False. A truly depressed person doesn't create anything because he or she sees no point in it and has no energy to even feel or be interested in anything.