With such a deficiency of literature as there is today, what can a man of genius do but convert himself on his own into a literature? With such a deficiency of coexistable people as there is today, what can a man of sensibility do but invent his own friends or at least his intellectual companions?
-Pessoa
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ...