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Lightning. A Survey of Science III. 1935.
Internet Archive
400 Lonely Things - When I Fall
Rik Rue - Onomatopoeia
Pedestrian Tapes
1991
Fenneszâs Hotel Paral.lel
Whatâs Out Tonight is Lost (Phil Solomon, 1983)
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âIâm always afraid others might talk about me. Iâve failed in everything. I didnât dare think of being something; I didnât even dream of thinking about being something, because even in my dreams - in my visionary state as a mere dreamer - I realized I was unfit for life. No feeling can lift my head from the pillow where Iâve let it sink in desperation, unable to deal with my body or even with the idea that Iâm alive, or even with the abstract idea of life. I donât speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life like a sick man who finally got up after being bedridden for months. Only in bed do I feel like part of normal life. It pleases me to get a fever, since it seems perfectly natural to my recumbent state. Like a flame in the wind I flutter and get dizzy. Only in the dead air of closed rooms do I breathe the normality of my life.â
â Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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