Tuesday, 10 March 2015

Insight

To all inconstant people like me. 

***
10.
"FUTILE AND INSENSITIVE, I’m capable of violent and consuming impulses – both good and bad, noble and vile – but never of a sentiment that endures, never of an emotion that continues, entering into the substance of my soul. Everything in me tends to go on to become something else. My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. I note the slightest facial movements of the person I am talking with, I record the subtlest inflections of his of his utterances; but I hear without listening, I’m thinking of something else, and what I least catch in the conversation is the sense of what was said, by me or by him. And so I often repeat to someone what I’ve already repeated, or ask him again what he’s already answered. But I’m able to describe, in four photographic words, the facial muscles he used to say what I don’t recall, or the way he listened with his eyes to the words I don’t remember telling him. I’m two, and both keep the distance – Siamese twins that aren’t attached. " 
The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa  


***

No comments:

Post a Comment

I love comments, they make my day. Let me know you stopped by.