Melancholy

Number fifteen and pretty certain not the last. He has to say it and he say it, sometimes in the same language and sometimes in a new language, he rarely agrees with the world yet he loves it and what it has to offer. The world is just too selective, for Ujjol, too selective in allocating its riches and too selective also in allocating its pains; unfortunately with a selectivity as rigid as written in stone. And, probably not surprisingly, he finds in it his own moments of ecstasy, lust, love and, yes, sure - of pain.