Status Updates From La náusea

I hadn’t the right to exist. I
had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant or a microbe. My life
put out feelers towards small pleasures in every direction. Sometimes it sent out vague signals; at other times I felt nothing more than a harmless
buzzing

Then I realized what separated us: what I thought about him could not reach him; it was psychology, the kind they write about in books. But his
judgment went through me like a sword and questioned my very right to
exist. And it was true, I had always realized it;