My happiest moments are those when I
think nothing, want nothing, and dream nothing, being lost in a
torpor like some accidental plant, like mere moss growing on life's
surface. I savour without bitterness this absurd awareness of being
nothing, this foretaste of death and extinction.
Pessoa
The Book of Disquiet
translation: Richard Zenith
p. 379
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.