My sense of foreboding is that we are sleepwalking into another world war abroad, or, if we get more repressive measures and election rigging here, another civil war at home, or both.
I think it was PBS that ran a series on WWI. The first episode laid the sense of foreboding on really thick. I had always though pre-war was a fairly optimistic time, but I had never really studied period documents.
I don’t know if PBS cherry picked a lot of depressed artists and poets, but I’m really feeling it in the current situation. I guess we get the distinction of living in interesting times.