Depression is the unsatisfiable need, the complaint that admits no repair; the empty hole that nothing fits inside; the lack that can't be named; the attitude of such hopeless existential defeatism that even escaping it seems pointless; the low so low that even reflecting on the highest high elicits no joy; the feeling as if something crucial and pure and good has been lost forever, but it's impossible to discern or remember what exactly it was. amirite?