....For a long time now I havent existed. Im utterly calm. No one distinguishes me from who I am. I just felt myself breathe as if Id done something new, or done it late. Im beginning to be conscious of being conscious. Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to myself and resume the course of my existence. I dont know if that will make more happy or less. I dont know anything. Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - its all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else....And so, in order to understand, I destroyed myself*. fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet * Id say my fake self...and by destroying my fake self, I became my real self...and by becoming/being my real self, I understood....
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 12:05:38 +0000
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