The Book of Disquiet

by Fernando Pessoa

‘Nature is parts without a whole’ (from Caeiro’s The Keeper of Sheep, XLVII)

From so much self-thinking, I’m now my thoughts and not I.

I indifferently narrate my factless autobiography, my lifeless history. These are my Confessions, and if in them I say nothing, it’s because I have nothing to say.

If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

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