Fernando Pessoa

Leave traveling to those who don’t exist! Presumably for someone who is nothing, life, like a river, is a simple matter of flowing ever onwards. For those who think and feel, those who are awake, the ghastly experience of sitting on a train, in a car or in a ship lets them neither sleep nor wake.
I return from any journey, however short, as if from a sleep full of dreams – in a state of torpid confusion, with all my sensations glued together, drunk on what I have seen.
I can’t rest because my soul is sick. I can’t move because there’s something lacking between body and soul; it’s not movement I lack, but the desire to move.

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