Not being an optimist by either nature nor nurture, I wholeheartedly applaud you sir & agree. (That person is smart, thinks like I do.) nowhere to run to — except New Zealand, & I feel like I missed that boat by 30 years. Nowhere to hide. Meds barely make a dent in depression so deep I can’t fathom the ending to it. Cynicism towards the government makes me speak in fluent sarcasm. General malaise doesn’t even allow me to fume at the general fuckery of the world. Thank gods for books! So, hear hear! I lift a glass of something or other to you!