[I feel this because I feel nothing. I think this because this is all nothing.] Nothing, nothing, just part of the night and silence and whatever emptiness, negativity and inconsistency I shared with them, the space that exists between me and me, a thing mislaid by some god …


    — Fernando Pessoa, from The Book of Disquiet, translated by Margaret Jull Costa

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