Melancholy is always there as a fact of human experience. It is a psychological and emotional fact, as much as anything else incurred by the facts of physics and logic which infuse our world with structure and pattern. Material culture is in many ways a visceral response to the endemic entropy of life and the binding and unifying function of that culture is always offset by an awareness that nothing lasts, that change is inevitable and that for this reason emotional discomfort is a rule rather than an exception. Every generation reinvents angst but it is only ever really just a new interpretation of an ancient ennui and sentient in the relentless presence of decay, loss and that very special absence that time always brings.
