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The cause of my profound sense of incompatibility with others is, I believe, that most people think with their feelings, whereas I feel with my thoughts. For the ordinary man, to feel is to live, and to think is to know how to live. For me, to think is to live, and to feel is merely food for thought.
Fernando Pessoa
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Aug 22, 2014

Isolation has carved me in its image and likeness. The presence of another person - of any person whatsoever - instantly slows down my thinking, and while for a normal man contact with others is a stimulus to spoken expression and wit, for me it is counterstimulus, if this compound word be linguistically permissible. When all by myself, I can think of all kinds of clever remarks, quick comebacks to what no one said, and flashes off witty sociability with nobody. But all of this vanishes when I face someone in the flesh: I lose my intelligence, I can no longer speak, and after half an hour I just feel tired. Yes, talking to people makes me feel like sleeping. Only my ghostly and imaginary friends, only the conversations I have in my dreams, are genuinely real and substantial, and in them intelligence gleams like an image in a mirror. The mere thought of having to enter into contact with someone else makes me nervous. A simple invitation to have dinner with a friend produces an anguish in me that’s hard to define. The idea of any social obligation whatsoever – attending a funeral, dealing with someone about an office matter, going to the station to wait for someone I know or don’t know – the very idea disturbs my thoughts for an entire day, and sometimes I even start worrying the night before, so that I sleep badly. When it takes place, the dreaded encounter is utterly insignificant, justifying none of my anxiety, but the next time is no different: I never learn to learn.

- Fernando Pessoa

I asked for very little from life, and even this little was denied me. A nearby field, a ray of sunlight, a little bit of calm along with a bit of bread, not to feel oppressed by the knowledge that I exist, not to demand anything from others, and not to have others demand anything from me- this was denied me, like the spare change we might deny a beggar not because we’re mean hearted but because we don’t feel like unbuttoning our coat.
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l’après-midi au Louvre | part I
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l’après-midi au Louvre | part I

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Juliette Greco Paris 1948, photo: Karl Bissinger
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18 year old French Résistance fighter, Simone Segouin, during the liberation of Paris, 19 August 1944
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18 year old French Résistance fighter, Simone Segouin, during the liberation of Paris, 19 August 1944

Gertrude Ederle becomes the first woman to swim across the English Channel, 1926
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Gertrude Ederle becomes the first woman to swim across the English Channel, 1926

Komako Kimura, prominent Japanese suffragist, marches in New York, 1917
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Komako Kimura, prominent Japanese suffragist, marches in New York, 1917