Suddenly I'm all alone in the world. I see all this from the summeit of a mental rooftop. I'm alone in the world. TO see is to be distant. To see clearly is to halt. To analyse is to be ofreighn. No one who passes by touches me. Around me there is only air. I'm so isolated I can feel the distance between me and my suit. I'm a child in a nightshirt carrying a dimly lit candle and traversing a huge empty house. Living shadows surround me - only shadows, offspring of the stiff furniture and of the light I carry. Here in the sunlight they surround me but are people.

Rationalize my sadness? What for, if rationalization take effort? Sad people can't make an effort.

- Fernando Pessoa