Imagine you’re alone in a movie theater. You can feel the
vast emptiness of the unoccupied seats surrounding you, but there’s also the
confinement as if you’re sitting in a closet. The air conditioning is working
at full power; all you’re wearing is shorts and a t-shirt. No movie is playing.
Instead, it’s a loop of those awful advertisements they play before the
previews. You have a large Coke and it’s flat and warm. The ground is so dirty
and sticky that you’re stuck and cannot move. And the only snack at the
concession stand is Jujubes.
This is what depression is like and it never seems to end.