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Nothing means anything to me. Everything looks unfamiliar, not because I find it strange but because I don’t know what it is. The world is lost. And in the depths of my soul - the only reality of the moment - there is an intense, invisible pain, a sadness like the sound of someone weeping in a dark room.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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