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In the clepsydra of our imperfection, steady drops of dreaming marked the unreal hours...
Only business letters are addressed to other people. The rest of one's letters, at least for a superior soul, should be exclusively from and to oneself.
Art is an isolation. Every artist should seek to isolate others, to fill their souls with a desire to be alone. The supreme triumph for the artist who writes is when his readers, on reading his works, prefer just to have them and not read them.
(Pessoa, pp 419, 425, 429)
Last night I dreamt that my stepmother was giving me a row for being hungover, so hungover that I was unable to finish my strawberries. Yes, it's elegant living in my dreams. I suspect this is guilt over not phoning her.
We won the pub quiz by about a million points, just myself and Rog. Thanks to getting 6/6 on the pop round. "If Tomorrow Never Comes". Brilliant song. John Lennon's "Woman" is still shit, though.
Only business letters are addressed to other people. The rest of one's letters, at least for a superior soul, should be exclusively from and to oneself.
Art is an isolation. Every artist should seek to isolate others, to fill their souls with a desire to be alone. The supreme triumph for the artist who writes is when his readers, on reading his works, prefer just to have them and not read them.
(Pessoa, pp 419, 425, 429)
Last night I dreamt that my stepmother was giving me a row for being hungover, so hungover that I was unable to finish my strawberries. Yes, it's elegant living in my dreams. I suspect this is guilt over not phoning her.
We won the pub quiz by about a million points, just myself and Rog. Thanks to getting 6/6 on the pop round. "If Tomorrow Never Comes". Brilliant song. John Lennon's "Woman" is still shit, though.