Down the steps of my dreams and my weariness, descend from your unreality, descend and be my substitute for the world.
— Pessoa
Each of us is intoxicated by different things.
There’s intoxication enough for me in just living. Drunk on feeling I drift but never stray. If it’s time to go back to work, I go to the office just like everyone else. If not, I go down to the river to stare at the waters, again just like everyone else. I’m just the same. But behind this sameness, I secretly scatter my personal firmament with stars and therein create my own infinity…
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