Mia

“It is on a day like this one, a little later, a little earlier, that you discover, without surprise, that something is wrong, that, without mincing words, you don't know how to live, that you will never know."

-from "A Man Asleep”
― Georges Perec, Things: A Story of the Sixties / A Man Asleep

“Magnificent"

When will this inner night – the universe – end
And I – my soul – have my day?
When will I wake up from being awake?
I don’t know. The sun shines on high
And cannot be looked at.
The stars coldly blink
And cannot be counted.
The heart beats aloofly
And cannot be heard.
When will this drama without theater
– Or this theater without drama – end
So that I can go home?
Where? How? When?
O cat staring at me with eyes of life, Who lurks in your depths?
It’s Him! It’s him!
Like Joshua he’ll order the sun to stop, and I’ll wake up,
And it will be day.
Smile, my soul, in your slumber!
Smile, my soul: it will be day!”
― Fernando Pessoa, A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems

“A new door to the Unbelievable, to the Possible, a new day that can always bring you anything if you have no objection to it.”
― Tove Jansson, The Exploits of Moominpappa

“And that's how it was, that night,
shadow and space, earth
and time,
something that runs and falls
and passes.
And that's how all the nights
go over the earth,
leaving only a vague
black odor.
A leaf falls,
a drop
on the earth
muffles its sound,
the forest sleeps, the waters,
the meadows,
the bells,
the eyes.

I hear you and you breathe,
my love,
we sleep.”
― Pablo Neruda, The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems