Giovanni

Fragmented by nature, sometimes heavy with little solace. Now when I feel down I can say with Pessoa: “Nothing satisfies me, nothing consoles me; everything jades me, whether or not it ever existed. I don't want to have my soul and don't want to renounce it. I want what I don't want and renounce what I don't have. I can't be nothing nor be everything: I'm the bridge between what I don't have and what I don't want.”

Can't believe I hadn't read this until now. It has the desperation, majesty, and hope of a Brahms symphony.