Yep. That’s it. How do you experience/get through existencial crisis?
I took a nice trip to another state near home and on my way back it hit me some sort of disgusting melancholic feeling. When I was a kid I used to feel pretty down at the end of travels, at the end of days and that used to keep me awake at nights as I developed insomnia. It was a constant reminder that time passes by, that everything is going to end and eventually, dissapear. How do you get through your dark times?
Oh, but here is a nice picture I took at the trip, I love cathedrals: