words by pessoa

"To live is to be someone else. Feeling is impossible if we feel today as we felt yesterday: to feel today the same thing we felt yesterday is not to feel at all - it's merely to remember today what we felt yesterday, since today we are the living cadaver of yesterday's lost life.

Erasing everything in the picture from one day to the next, being new with each new dawn, in a perpetual revirginizing of emotions - that, and only that, is worth being or having in order to be or to have what we imperfectly are.

This is the first sunrise in the world. Never before did this pink-turning-yellow-turning-hot-white settle onto the facade with which the houses on the West, full of glassy eyes, face the silence that comes in the growing light. This time of day never took place before, nor did this light, nor did this being of mine. Tomorrow, whatever is will be something else, and whatever I see will be seen by recomposed eyes full of new vision.

High mountains of the city! Great architecture the steep hills hold up and glorify, jumbles of piled up buildings, which the light weaves together out of shadows and burns - today you are, today you are I, because I see you being whatever and I love you from the railing, like a ship that passes by anotehr ship, and there are unknown nostalgias in the voyage." Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet, Section 75 (05.18.1930)

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