disease
disease
“This dreadful hour that either shrinks into possibility or grows into mortality.
May the dawn never break, and may I and this whole room and the atmosphere to which I belong be distilled into Night, into absolute Darkness, and let nothing remain of me, not even a shadow that defiles with my memory whatever is left behind.”
—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
• XIII: “Interval” | c. 1913
