How are you any better than someone who cries over losing a girlfriend? You grieve for a small gym, some walkways, young people, and places where you used to have fun. Another person complains that he can no longer drink the water from Dirce. Is the Marcian water really worse than Dirce water? "But I was used to Dirce water." And you'll get used to the other water too. Then if you get attached to that water as well, you'll cry about losing it too. You might as well write dramatic poetry like Euripides: "The hot baths of Nero and the Marcian water." See how people turn ordinary events into tragedies when they act foolishly?