segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2014


«The same feeling of not belonging, of futility, wherever I go: I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. What attracts me is elsewhere, and I don’t know what that elsewhere is.»
— E. M. Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

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