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Originally Posted by OccultHawk
But anyway, if anyone is still reading this, the flashback to that place in the country made me yearn for that kind of melancholy. It was a normal healthy lonely sorrow. I’m nostalgic for that sort of connection to my humanity. My depression these days doesn’t feel human. I have alien sadness. Space sorrow.
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I get that. These days my depression and alienation from humanity is slowly morphing into some kind of perverted self-actualization where I'm increasingly okay with being adrift on my own sea, floating ever further from land and civilization. But at some point I don't know if contentment with that is going to get really tiring and freedom will become claustrophobia once I realize I can no longer relate to anybody on even a shallow level.