Your real life. The one you came back for.
I’m having one of those days in which I never had a future. There is only a present, fixed and surrounded by a wall of anguish. (…)
I was abandoned in a corner where I could hear other children playing. I feel in my hands the broken toy I was given out of malicious irony.
{ Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet | Continue reading }
photo { Alexey Titarenko }
