The Architecture of Depression
The woman at the wedding
tells me certain buildings
make her feel sad.
Not just sad, she wants to move away.
Not just move away, she wants to die.
Certain collections of buildings,
certain roads, depress her further:
they literally depress her,
they push her down.
She is like a shallow valley after them,
she is the opposite of a mole in the skin.
She is concave.
The solution, she thinks,
is to ignore these buildings –
to pretend that no one designed them,
that no one organized their construction,
that no one placed girder on girder, cement, glass.
If no one built the buildings
they are as harmless