It matters not

Year old piece I couldn't make my mind about uploading, as it's not very good piece, but I hope a good illustration. In all fairness the work is even older than that by extra year, or two.  I drew it while struggling with depression to express what I couldn't any other way - speaking of it all was for me physically impossible, as illness made me mute whenever attempting to say a thing about my state.

Together with title it shows where I was- a place within and beyond space, where I was always lonely and alone, where it was always cloudy, where all colours were sucked out, desaturated. Where it didn't matter what was going on and what I was achieving, as it simply had no weight, no meaning. Where A+ was just next to D. Where no satisfaction could be felt and no pride taken. Where nothing could matter.

I can't speak in name of majority of people going through depression, it was where I was, but I still hope it may help even one person understand someone suffering from this tricky and wasting disease.