Dancers
I've felt somewhat anhedonic these last couple of days. Not clinically. All such things exist on a spectrum and my experience is mild and blessedly transient. As someone who normally finds it easy to extract joy out of life, it comes as a shock when that switch gets flipped and I'm no longer able to take pleasure in anything. It's weird and unsettling, mostly because once I'm in that state it's very hard to know what to do about it. I have to wait for the switch to get flipped back again.
I saw these four cavorting about outside the Queen's Hotel in Leeds, kicking legs in the air, taking selfies with an enviable exuberance. It turned out they're dancers. At some point during the passage from childhood to adulthood most of us seem to lose their kind of spontaneity. When did you last skip down the road like a child? Why do we ever stop doing that when it's such a joyful thing to do? Perhaps because the world becomes a more serious place and we feel a need to take responsibility. It sure seems like we're in a serious moment right now. Perhaps that's been the problem.
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