There exists, I grant you, a clinical depression, upon which certain remedies occasionally have effect; but there exists another kind, a melancholy underlying our very outbursts of gaiety and accompanying us everywhere, without leaving us alone for a single moment. And there is nothing that can rid us of this lethal omnipresence: the self forever confronting itself.– Cioran, E. (1986). Aveux et anathèmes. (pp. 110)

Vague a l'ame — melancholy yearning for the end of the world.

Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies.

En un mundo sin melancolía, los ruiseñores se pondrían a eructar.