"I felt a funeral in my brain, and mourners to and fro kept treading,
treading till I felt that sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated, a service, like a drum, kept beating, beating,
till I felt my mind was going numb.
And then I heard them lift a box and creak across my soul with those same boots
of lead again, then space began to toll, as if the heavens were a bell and
being were an ear, and I, and silence, some strange race wrecked, solitary,
here. Just then, a plank in reason broken, and I fell down and down and hit
a world at every plunge, and finished knowing then."
看了一場關於憂鬱症議題的演講，講者先以詩人筆下的憂鬱作為開頭
覺得內容很有意思，便花了一些時間打了出來
坦白說，我沒有很完整理解文字裡所有細節象徵的意義
不過詩人所營造出的那出陰鬱與打擊的氛圍相當的強烈
即便我沒有過類似的經歷，也能透過它去感受
我開始...害怕哪天自己會對所有事物喪失熱情