Nausea
Jean-Paul SartreNausea Gönderileri
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I who am listening, I exist. Everything is full, existence everywhere, dense and heavy and sweet. But, beyond all this sweetness, inaccessible, quite close, so far away alas, young, merciless, and serene, there is this...this rigour.
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Existential crisis
I am, I exist, I think therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I... because... Ugh!
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It's nothing: I am the Thing. Existence, liberated, released, surges over me. I exist.
I exist. It's sweet, so sweet, so slow.
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When you are living, nothing happens. The settings change. People come in and go out, that's all. There are never any beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, it is an endless, monotonous addition.
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When you live alone, you even forget what it is to tell a story: plausibility disappears at the same time as friends.
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I must say how I see table, the street, people, my packet of tobacco, since these are the things which have changed. I must fix the exact extent and nature of this change.
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People. You must love people. Men are admirable. I want
to vomit—and suddenly, there it is: the Nausea
I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years.