Dungeness; —UKIt is ultimately a matter of temperament whether one is depressed by reminders of mortality. The sculptors of our dispositions have varied moods — seeing a hare’s carcass on a childhood hike versus surviving the death of a parent when young, surely have differing effects. And neither example ensure a particular outcome of personality — there are ever so many factors.
Quite simply though, some of us are drawn to environs where the contemplation of transcendental change is an involuntary aspect — ruins, deserts, the open ocean… Places that others might find a bit sad. I am not of the latter type, to say that I don’t find ruins or forlorn places “sad” would not be wholly accurate. Rather I consider myself a peer of those like Wordsworth or Kawabata; those who could never say "beauty" without also feeling loss.