Silence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I contemplate. I’m sleeping while awake, standing by the window, leaning against it as against everything. I search in myself for the sensations I feel before these falling threads of darkly luminous water that stand out from the grimy building facades and especially from the open windows. And I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or where I am.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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Thank you. I shall look out this book.
ReplyDeleteyou are welcome. i think you might find it interesting, indeed...
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