Status Updates From Livro do Desassossego

“…tomorrow I too will be the one who no longer walks these streets, whom others will vaguely evoke with a ‘What’s become of him?’. And everything I’ve done, everything I’ve felt and everything I’ve lived will amount merely to one less passer-by on the everyday streets of some city or other.”
ABSOLUTE LITERATURE.

His contemplations have the bias of his suffering; his loneliness. This kind of philosophy is most beautiful when it is impersonal. There is an irony in how the author's proclamations of impersonality feel somewhat false. Contrasting his writing with Buddhist scripture exemplifies this need to detach from the self when writing about a detached self.

“When I think, it’s because I’m drifting; when I dream, it’s because I’m awake. Everything I am is tangled up in myself, such that no part of me knows how to be”
I swear to god I’ll read more over the weekend to make up for the lack of reading during my exam week (I won’t)