I remember what Hilmar had said when I asked him if he was happy. “Yes, but I cherish my melancholia.” Magnus, the sunburned penguin, said something very similar. “You nurture your little melancholia, and it’s like a buzz that makes you feel alive. You snap yourself a little bit, and you feel this relief of how fragile life is and how tremendously fragile you are.” “So you can have this melancholia and still be happy?” “Absolutely!”
