The wakefulness was always there beside me. I could feel its chilling shadow. It was the shadow of myself. Weird, I would think as the drowsiness overtook me, I’m in my own shadow. I would walk and eat and talk to people inside my drowsiness.

“O amor é isso mesmo meu caro Kafka. Tu é que andas sempre nas nuvens e experime…”

“Were the stars out when I left the house last evening? All I could remember was…”

“Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the esse…”

“There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart.”