mela, mela, mela, mela, melancholia
melancholia, mon cher
mela, mela, mela, mela, melancholia
schwebt über der neuen stadt
und über dem land

I found myself listening to Einstürzende Neubauten while reading this article about the rise of Depression as a Cultural Epidemic over at The Guardian. It has a few interesting points, not sure however on some of them, but its mostly researched musings as presented, an OpEd, not fact, not a journal. In part I agree with the authors view that the "self-image" and the isolation from the crowd it gives fosters an isolationary and/or depressive state. But, I remain unconvinced that such a shift actually -happened- during the timeperiod.

For far from being detached from the immediate human environment, the newly self-centered individual is continually preoccupied with judging the expectations of others and his or her own success in meeting them: "How am I doing?" this supposedly autonomous "self" wants to know. "What kind of an impression am I making?".

It would seem that I need to go and buy/borrow this book, :

 Dancing in the Streets: A History of Collective Joy by Barbara Ehrenreich