"What happens to all those people who, simply because I saw them and saw them again, became part of my life? Tomorrow I too will disappear from the Rua da Prata, the Rua dos Douradores, the Rua dos Fanqueiros. Tomorrow I—the soul that feels and thinks, the universe I am for myself—I myself, yes, tomorrow I will also be the man who stopped walking on these streets, the man others will vaguely evoke, saying, “Whatever became of him?” And everything I do, everything I feel, everything I live, will be nothing more than one pedestrian less in the daily routine of any city anywhere."
— Fernando Pessoa, “The Book of Disquiet”
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