Wednesday, July 10, 2019

– Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet

“We are eternal travelers of ourselves, and the only landscape that exists is what we are. We possess nothing, because we do not even possess ourselves. We have nothing because we are nothing. What hands will I reach out to what universe? The universe is not mine: it is me.”

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