Delight & Melancholy

Driving down a lonely New Mexico highway at dusk listening to “Wicked Game” filled me with a Lynchian sense of melancholy.

My favorite feeling is delight.  But I’ve also always found a certain delight in melancholy.  Not all melancholy, perhaps, but a sort of sweet melancholy that doesn’t descend into despair.  Like Butter’s “beautiful sadness” speech:

Unlike Kyle, however, I get that feeling from listening to The Cure.