notes from the limbo.
ephemera #22: a fragment of Pessoa, a brief update, and a question about your favorite books for messy times.
“There are times when everything wearies us, including what we would normally find restful. Wearisome things weary us by definition, restful things by the wearying thought of procuring them. There are dejections of the soul past all anxiety and pain; I believe they’re known only by those who elude human pains and anxieties and are sufficiently diplomatic with themselves to avoid even tedium. Reduced, in this way, to beings armoured against the world, it’s no wonder that at a certain point in their self-awareness the whole set of armour should suddenly weigh on them and life become an inverted anxiety, a pain not suffered.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
This week, Literaria takes a step back to recharge.
My mind is currently consumed by the invisible weight of logistics, planning, and preparation for an upcoming move…suspended in that strange, wearying limbo between the space I am about to leave and the one I have yet to inhabit. Wh…
