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by Christopher Mudiappahpillai

today, in one of my courses, the topic of discussion was design theory behind the construction of mental health institutions.

the subject of melancholy came up. in the 18th and 19th centuries, the term melancholy was used to refer to what we now call depression. melancholia is now used by psychiatrists to describe a state of severe depression, apathy and withdrawal.

i don’t feel depressed; melancholic sounds about right. but more in a reflective or contemplative manner, i guess. perhaps it is because, as HoMeBoY has suggested, i have no life?

here’s a song i stumbled across today; i didn’t even know i had it.


Tea And Sympathy

Jars of Clay

Fare thee well

Trade in all our words for tea and sympathy

Wonder why we tried, for things that could never be

Play our hearts lament, like an unrehearsed symphony

Not intend

To leave this castle full of empty rooms

Our love the captive in the tower never rescued

And all the victory songs

Seem to be playing out of tune

But it’s not the way

That it has to be

Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy

‘Cause it’s not the way

That it has to be

You begin

And all your words fall to the floor and break like china cups

And the waitress grabs a broom and tries to sweep them up

I reach for my tea and slowly drink in

[Chorus:]

‘Cause it’s not the way

That it has to be

Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy

‘Cause it’s not the way

That it has to be

Don’t trade our love for tea and sympathy

So fare thee well

Words the bag of leaves that fill my head

I could taste the bitterness and call the waitress instead

She holds the answer, smiles and asks one teaspoon or two

[Chorus x 2]

Don’t trade us for tea and sympathy

Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy

We can work it out

Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy

Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy

We can work it out

Don’t trade us for tea and Sympathy

We can work it out