My shadow is me, it doesn't follow me, I'm in my shadow, and I don't follow me. Shadow of me that receive light, shadow tied to what I was born, immutable distance from my shadow to me, I touch myself and I don't reach me, I only know what it would be if it came to me from my shadow. Everything happens in following me and I pretend that I'm following, I pretend that I'm going and that I'm not chasing myself. I try to confuse my shadow with me: I am always at the gates of life, always there, always at the gates of myself! (Almada Negreiros) #fetish