"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."
看了一场关于忧郁症议题的演讲，讲者先以诗人笔下的忧郁作为开头
觉得内容很有意思，便花了一些时间打了出来
坦白说，我没有很完整理解文字里所有细节象征的意义
不过诗人所营造出的那出阴郁与打击的氛围相当的强烈
即便我没有过类似的经历，也能透过它去感受
我开始...害怕哪天自己会对所有事物丧失热情