"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the
mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find
myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the
rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an
upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me
from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking
people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."
I go take photos instead.
I have learnt to think of Edinburgh as a place where loneliness is enhanced by the surrounding architecture, which is magnificent in its beauty and therefore increases the distance between one solitude and another. I felt it too when I was walking home one night, and decided to start capturing it.
