One of my favourite (I abuse this word) quotes is from Fernando Pessoa’s The Book of Disquiet, and it goes thus:
“What is there to confess that’s worthwhile or useful? What has happened to us has happened to everyone or only to us; if to everyone, then it’s no novelty, and if only to us, then it won’t be understood. If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.”
It’s a long-winded way of saying I have nothing new to say. I don’t think most of us do, really. But I don’t think that means anything.
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