Bernardo Soares prefers the more banal rendering: states of mind are landscapes. He sees no truth in the fanciful leap of the original metaphor; and yet, elsewhere in his journal, when we find him losing himself to profound boredom, retiring his solipsism (unhappy consciousness), things assume a near seamless homogeneity—much like a walkable terrain or saccadic gloss of a landscape. These states of mind, no established psychology is equipped to describe, although—on this side of myopia—there has been much ado about topographical layouts of the mind. [bis]
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