“Weltschmerz,” I said, feeling the heaviness of the word as it passed my lips. “German for world weariness and pain. It’s the idea that physical reality can never meet the demands of the mind. I researched it for a paper my sophomore year. I remembered it because it kind of describes these moods I sometimes get.” “Welt…?” he asked. “Weltschmerz. Unnamed dread and fatigue of the world. That’s the definition.”
