n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
Bem gostaria de me dar ao luxo
de ter o tempo todo que quisesse
para fazer só coisas esquisitas,
coisas desnecessárias, prescindíveis
e, sobretudo, inúteis e patetas.
