Books worth reading #3

“I’ve always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.

Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was,

I’ve always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.

I was never convinced of what I believed in.

I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.

Words were my only truth.

When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.”

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I’m nobody, absolutely nobody. When the lightning flashed, I saw that what I had thought to be a city was in fact a deserted plain and, in the same sinister light that revealed me to myself, there seemed to be no sky above it. I was robbed of any possibility of having existed before the world. If I was ever reincarnated, I must have done so without myself, without a self to reincarnate.

I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I’m nobody, nobody. I don’t know how to feel or think or love. I’m a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I’ve even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me. Continue reading

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