“I have never been here in this body. And if I ever was, I do not remember. This body I carry around every day is an empty one. Every now and then is gets filled with meaning when someone looks at it. That look gives it life, and without it I do not exist. Or rather, I exist potentially, in the imminence to be looked at, in that state in which anything can happen and where the world can become anything.”

João Fiadeiro, 09/20005 - "Para onde vai a luz quando se apaga?"

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