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Fernando Pessoa

Silence emerges from the sound of rain and spreads in a crescendo of gray monotony over the narrow street I contemplate. I’m sleeping while awake, standing by the window, leaning against it as against everything. I search in myself for the sensations I feel before these falling threads of darkly luminous water that stand out from the grimy building facades and especially from the open windows. And I don’t know what I feel or what I want to feel. I don’t know what to think or where I am. — Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet: The Complete Edition. (New Directions; 1 edition, August 29, 2017) Originally published 1982.

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