As Dr James Fallon describes, "When I get rejected I feel bad for like negative-two seconds. I just don't give a shit."
So Sad Today went to this year's festival to talk to musicians whose work is "sad," "dark," "nostalgic," or "melancholic" about what happiness is, what it means to them, and how to get it.
And faces the inevitable conversation about what she "does"—which is even worse when it's about hobbies, and you have none.
"You are the hero of your own personal Dungeons and Dragons campaign. You are powerful!"
How it feels to say nothing for 40 minutes at a party.
Does the truth really set you free, or does it only fuck you up?