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cities:

‘The words of others are mistakes of our hearing, shipwrecks of our understanding. How confidently we believe in our meanings of other people’s words. We hear death in words they speak to express sensual bliss. We read sensuality and life in words they drop from their lips without the slightest intention of being profound.

The voice of brooks that you interpret, pure explicator…the voice of trees whose rustling means what we say it means…ah, my unknown love, this is all just us and our fantasies, all ash, trickling down the bars of our cell!’

— Fernando Pessoa