Meanwhile, all around me people are finding things to enjoy and engross themselves in, and in the end they progress farther, faster, and better than I can. I would think with the economy crumbling, people would whine and cry far more than I ever could. Yet in spite of the chaos, instead of despair there's hope and escape. Why? Where's the suffering of the credit crunch? Where is the numbing, crushing pain that saps all the strength away? Sure there's anger, disgust, and cynicism, but where is the paralyzing misery that renders all ability and dreaming meaningless?
Where is the depression in this depression?