Ehh. I find it less depressing than many (most?) writings on the subject. The soaring anger, the ascent into fantasy in the fourth paragraph (and oh what is it, that this part is fantasy and the rest is not), the release. It is depressing but it does not make me feel trapped; I do not like feeling trapped.

Krasnoyarsk, but it did not actually start snowing until mid-October, it is just that we arrived there in September, when it was dusty polluted and hot and there were watermelons.