According to Judge William, the aesthete laughs the 'laughter of despair' and Kierkegaard speaks of the 'superior indolence that cares for nothing at all, that does not care to work [...], that disperses and exhausts all the powers of the soul in soft enjoyment, and lets consciousness itself evaporate into a loathsome gloaming'.
quoting Kierkegaard in either Either/Or (2, 205) or The Concept of Irony (295), not sure
The whole night he had been stuck in the gloaming where sleep kept threatening, but all he got were hallucinations.
in that gloaming territory between
the city was going through its October heat spell, and the hills were covered not with the usual thick, cold fog but with a gloaming haze
the kind of mauvish gloaming hour
I remember us "huddled" in the gloaming going to gloom.
interesting alliteration, not sure if I feel it though