Having seen how lucidly and logically certain madmen
justify their lunatic ideas to themselves and to others,
I can never again be sure of the lucidness of my lucidity
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, to my sleep, my dreams, my labours, my sufferances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger- because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being.