Assuming they're far enough removed from my lived experience, melancholy/lonely settings have always had a comforting/evocative/alluring effect on me. I think a

Assuming they're far enough removed from my lived experience, melancholy/lonely settings have always had a comforting/evocative/alluring effect on me. I think anything that's sufficiently distinct from my present reality can act as escapism, even if it's not an alternate reality that I would actually want, per se. It's a weird sort of feeling.