Fernando Pessoa

‘Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of the great spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a fragile cradle of slow death, where we lie rocking in the wind. Everything in us and we are everything, but what is the point if everything is nothing? A ray of sun, a cloud whose own sudden shadow warns us of its coming, a breeze getting up, the silence that follows when it drops, certain faces, some voices, the easy smiles, as they talk, and then the night into which emerge, meaningless, the broken hieroglyphs of the stars.’

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, 2010:pp11

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