sábado, 2 de janeiro de 2010

NADA. NOTHING.

Quoted from Pascal Mercier's "Night Train to Lisbon":

'NADA. NOTHING. Aneurysm. Every moment can be the last. Without the slightest premonition, in total ignorance, I will walk through an invisible wall, behind which is nothing, not even darkness. My next step can be the step through this wall. Isn't it illogical to be afraid of it, knowing that I shall no longer experience this sudden extinction?'