Dear America

"Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out a cheerful word." The Great Gatsby

The best remedy of 'depression' is, I think, dear America, to orientate yourself toward being familiar with the fleetingness of every worldly pleasurable experience, and thereby to the dreaminess of every glitter and glamour that we covet for... Namely, to be able to have the guts to observe to the quantum level of anything observable. All you have to be able to do is to be able to see the nature of a bygone such an experience, like of something from yesterday, maybe more shocking as of being so close in proximity... Dear, you're special yourself, for you can see it. And, yes, to be able to try to look at the experience itself when in the middle of something pleasurable or not.