I just thought I’d put a plug in for feelings that are no longer fashionable or should I say no longer respected as part of the human experience. Melancholia – was a state of mind author Edgar Allan Poe (and his characters) was often afflicted with. Gloom, morbidness and bouts of melancholia (it is always “bouts”) are my wheelhouse. I’d hate to think where I’d of been in my childhood with the likes of Poe and Dracula, Bela Lugosi, Peter Lorre and Creature Double Features. Locked up probably (although I guess that stint in the children’s home would qualify as such!). Also, seldom does my fiction – or at least the tales of mine I’m fond of – drift out of the downer doldrums. This pleases me. Of course one can suffer from dives into the mosh pits of depression and despair and loose ones way out. God only knows I and most of my relatives have. But I beg of you, let’s not throw out the gloomy melancholic baby with the-now-a-days stupid excess of happiness we are all supposed to experience. It’s just too depressing to ponder!