…in the sad disarray of my confused emotions…
A twilight sadness made of fatigue and false renunciations, a tedium of feeling anything at all, a pain as of a choked sob or a discovered truth… A landscape of abdications unfolds in my oblivious soul: walkways lined by abandoned gestures, high flower beds of dreams that weren’t even well dreamed, incongruities like old pools whose fountains are broken. It all gets entangled and squalidly looms in the sad disarray of my confused sensations.
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Posted on Thursday February 17th
