Writing on a mirror
Tacitus the Morose on Melancholy and Meaning (http://joshua.trevino.at/):
Winston Churchill had his â€œblack dogâ€ that afflicted him throughout his life, and Abraham Lincoln pronounced himself â€œthe most miserable man alive,â€ and they were men of profound genius and action, whose melancholy produced sound moral judgment and proportion. Yet how many more teenagers in suburban plenty feel the same, and introduce the world to their bad poetry in consequence? Melancholy used to be a sort of gift to the Romantics, producing in its inner storms the flashes of lightning that illuminated the world. â€œFor in much wisdom is much grief: and he that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.â€ Would-be poets sought misery and suffering in order to be. Now, MySpace and blogging lay bare the tedious quality of most melancholy: its profundity and gift reduced to mere perception, and wrong perception at that, it now afflicts the diligent reader and correspondent more than the sufferer.
The world is made for people who aren’t cursed with self-awareness.