Understand what I've become
It wasn't my design

hoje
achei tudo vinte e um:

um dia com gosto de oxicoco,
ácido, seco, sem retorno

O, vanishing days! Give me your hands.
You cannot lose me, I will leave you a sign:
This page and flame behind.

- Hannah Arendt
We stretch our limbs, reaching out
To those near, and those far.

- Hannah Arendt
Night must always say the same thing,
Always sing the same note,
Showing in new ways
We only are what we already were.

- Hannah Arendt
Life, for Arendt, was meant for living, for co-existing in the only world we have, obedient to the earth’s lone law: plurality.

The main thing was to have no illusions and to accept no thoughts—no theoretical systems—that would blind you to reality.

- Hannah Arendt
Poetic language
is a place, not a refuge

- Hannah Arendt
While thinking I am not where I actually am, I am surrounded not by sense-objects but by images that are invisible to everybody else. It is as though I had withdrawn into some never-never land, the land of invisibles, of which I would know nothing had I not this faculty of remembering and imagining.

- Hannah Arendt
Of all things of thought, poetry is closest to thought
- Hannah Arendt
A foreign thing related to me

I stand in no country,
I am neither here nor there
I am not certain of anything.

Then it seems to me I should scorn the world,
Let time slip quietly away,
As long as no more signs should appear.

I look at my hand,
It’s uncannily near to me.
And yet a foreign thing.
Is it more myself than I am?
Does it have higher meaning?
Nothing and nobody exists in this world whose very being does not presuppose a spectator. In other words, nothing that is, insofar as it appears, exists in the singular; everything that is is meant to be perceived by somebody.

We never come to thoughts. Thoughts come to us.
- Martin Heidegger
The thoughts come to me,
I’m no longer a stranger to them.
I grow into their dwelling
like a plowed field.

- Hannah Arendt
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