The South is very beautiful but its beauty makes one sad because the lives that people live here, and have lived here, are so ugly.
I was a pretty angry kid, and I got into military history largely as a way to vent my own anger. As I got older it narrowed down to a more specific focus on individual violence. I'm just trying to understand where it came from.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

