Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (Serpent's Tail, 1991) p. 6
12 Jul 2015
Nostalgia!
Nostalgia! I feel it even for someone who meant nothing to me, out of anxiety for the flight of time and a sickness bred of the mystery of life. If one of the faces I pass daily on the streets disappears, I feel sad; yet they meant nothing to me, other than being a symbol of all life.
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