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/ ALL DAY, EVERYDAY, NOTHING.

There is an undeniable chill to the weather during the transition hours of the day, autumn is inching closer and winter is lurking in the obliquely falling sunlight, it’s mesmerising.

ALL MY ESSAYS AND ASSIGNMENTS HAVE BEEN POSTPONED OH MY GOD AM I DREAMING?

Chilly air and the fragrance of autumn’s arrival.

I am very sad and I feel more miserable than I can say, and I do not know how far I’ve come. I do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place. I feel so melancholy.
- Vincent van Gogh, from Letters (1875-1890)

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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’m two, and both keep their distance — Siamese twins that aren’t attached.
- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
- Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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I feel like I’m drowning in memories. Everything is too bright.
- Ava Dellaira, Love Letters to the Dead

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I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.
- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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