But none of this is real!
Ah, what transcendental sensuousness when at night, walking along the city streets and staring from within my soul at the building façades, all the structural differences, the architectural details, the lit windows, the potted plants that make each balcony unique – yes, looking at all this, what instinctive joy I felt when to the lips of my consciousness came this shout of redemption. But none of this is real!
Bernardo Soares, ''The Book of Disquiet''
Photo: Ugo Mulas