That Familiar Melancholy.

I'm feeling it again. Something I haven't felt in a long time is back.

I don't quite know what it is. I call "melancholy.This is a familiar thing to me, I knew it quite well some years ago. I am not sad, quite, but I feel now and then on the verge of tears. Things that aren't really sad, certain things, poke me somewhere.

I associate this feeling with Harvest Moon. I am... extraordinarily anxious about things that do not Matter or do not exist.

I think, now, that perhaps I am having a conflict between reality and fiction. Not that I am crazy, but normally I have everything very compartmentalized, an effect of my Dyspraxia, and perhaps this is what it is like to have things mixing.

It is uncomfortable and I do not like it.