"…that episode of the imagination which we call reality.
    It’s been raining for two straight days, and the rain that falls from the cold grey sky has a colour that afflicts my soul. For two straight days… I’m sad from feeling, and I reflect it at the window, to the sound of the dripping water and pouring rain. My heart is overwhelmed, and my memories have turned into anxieties.
     Though I don’t feel tired and have no reason to feel tired, I’d love to go to sleep right now."

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet