Intractable, pernicious, adhesive: I’m collecting adjectives to insulate my sadness, hoping that they will serve as a buffer against it. (They won’t.)
– The deep sadness one feels upon experiencing great beauty.
– The sadness one feels during times of social upheaval that are pragmatically but not strictly beyond one’s remedial reach.
– The sadness one feels when one is unsure but acts as if one is not unsure.
– The sadness one feels when one has exhausted all of one’s daily resources but not yet the temporal extent of the day.
– The solitary sadness one feels upon beginning or resuming a worthwhile journey.
– The sadness one feels upon closing off infinite options by making a choice, even a good choice. The sadness of abandoning potentialities.
– The sadness of tightly holding on to potentialities, and potentialities only, and feeling regret.
– The sadness one feels when living on stolen land.
– The recursive sadness of a writing exercise like this. The sadness of reflecting on sadness.
Photo: a rainy day in Toronto last November. (The sadness one feels on rainy days in November.)