In its essence life is monotonous. Happiness therefore depends on a reasonably thorough adaptation to life’s monotony. By making ourselves monotonous, we make ourselves equal to life. Thus we live to the full. And living to the full is to be happy...It seems, at first glance, that new things are what give pleasure to the mind; but there aren’t many new things, and each one is new only once. Our sensibility, furthermore, is limited, and it doesn’t vibrate indefinitely. Too many new things will eventually get tiresome, since our sensibility can’t keep up with all the stimulations it receives.
"Notebooks," Fernando Pessoa
[Chicago Avenue west of Damen Avenue]
Monday, October 12, 2009
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- Ray Pride
- Chicago, Illinois, United States
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- planning your search for a city
- wandering ghost
- mirror
- spatter
- ate him up from head to toe
- fled like arrows from the taut string
- what are you
- each one is new only once
- her voice was a man
- the smoothness of oil
- temperature shock
- even when lived in
- lights must never
- ready to go smash
- false azure
- while you loved me
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