08/08/25

Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet, everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that’s so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.

Paul Bowles, "The Sheltering Sky"



04/08/25

Ir com a mudança

 "Tens de ir com a mudança, foi o que ele me disse. Ninguém mais ouviu, mas o John disse, de facto, para eu ir com a mudança".

Joan Didion, "O Ano do Pensamento Mágico", Infinito Particular, p.287