“I’m having one of those days in which I never had a future. There is only a present, fixed and surrounded by a wall of anguish. The other bank of the river, because it is the other bank, is never the bank we are standing o that is the intimate reason for all my suffering. There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful; nor is there any port of call where it is possible to forget. All of this happened a long time ago, but my sadness began even before then.”
–Fernando Pessoa, from a letter to Mario de Sa-Carneiro, from Alfred Mac Adam’s translation of The Book of Disquiet, p. xxv.
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