Posts tagged depression

I could also distinguish the glint of a special puddle (the one Krug had somehow perceived through the layer of his own life), an oblong puddle invariably acquiring the same form after every shower because of the constant spatulate shape of a depression in the ground. Possibly something of the kind may be said to occur in regard to the imprint we leave in the intimate texture of space. Twang. A good night for nothing.
Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister, ch. 18 (1947)
Fighting for Sanity ~ Diary entry made by John Ruskin (1819–1900) after his 1878 breakdown. Bequest of Helen Gill Viljoen, 1974.

After recovering from a psychotic break, English critic John Ruskin was determined to remain stable and continue to work. He tracked his health in his diary.

Ruskin found himself “crushed under business,” often languid and depressed, but open to the beauty of nature—from an “exquisite broad rainbow” to a bright sunset or a new moon that shone like limelight. With the local ironworks spewing waste into the air around his home, Ruskin felt oppressed by the industrial darkness: “Black — black — black — soot and rain mixed—and my own mind in some ways like it.”

Fighting for Sanity ~ Diary entry made by John Ruskin (1819–1900) after his 1878 breakdown. Bequest of Helen Gill Viljoen, 1974.

After recovering from a psychotic break, English critic John Ruskin was determined to remain stable and continue to work. He tracked his health in his diary.

Ruskin found himself “crushed under business,” often languid and depressed, but open to the beauty of nature—from an “exquisite broad rainbow” to a bright sunset or a new moon that shone like limelight. With the local ironworks spewing waste into the air around his home, Ruskin felt oppressed by the industrial darkness: “Black — black — black — soot and rain mixed—and my own mind in some ways like it.”