We become sphynxes, though fake, up to the point we no longer know who we are.

The train slows down, it's the Cais do Sodre. I arrived to Lisbon, but not to a conclusion.

Fraternity has subtleties.

A tedium that includes only the anticipation of more tedium; the regret, now, of tomorrow regretting having regretted today.

Acting is not pretending or lying. It's finding a side of yourself that's the character and ignoring your other sides. And there's a side of me that wonders wh…

To pretend, I actually do the thing: I have therefore only pretended to pretend.

My 'act' has ended by becoming an integral part of my nature, I told myself. It's no longer an act. My knowledge that I am masquerading as a normal person has …