The Most Melancholy Me in The World
A man who I adore once told me that melancholy was the mood of this place. If that is so then perhaps I should feel happier up here with this cold knot digging deeper into my shoulder. I have no reason to disbelieve this man, and no reason to not understand the potential for great beauty in this grey wonderful melancholy place. The mountains at the end of the street are, as he suggested, humbling. But so are the streets lined with homeless that you must walk to bring you closer to their feet.