Living in Canberra, I sometimes find myself feeling unaccountably sad. I even wonder occasionally if I might have what a relative of mine claimed he had - 'clinical depression'. Could the condition run in the family, or was my relative's younger son right when he said that what his father meant was that he'd gone into a clinic and said to the doctor, 'I feel depressed'?
Anyway getting back to me, (that's better), and where I live, Canberra has many trees and plentiful carparking places. The weather is generally sunny. 'What's not to like?' I ask myself. Then I get on a plane and go to the other place I live - Budapest.
This is my local library in Canberra. This is my local library in Budapest:
It turns out it's just splendour deficit disorder that I suffer from; I need a dose of 'deep history' (to quote Chris Matarazzo) from time to time.
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