Status Updates From La nausée

These cold clarities which the sun projects like a judgement shorn of pity, over all creatures - enter through my eyes; I am illuminated within by a diminishing light. … When it is dark, the objects and I will come out of limbo

I think it’s just not for me bro

A tree is scratching the earth under my feet with a black nail. I should so like to let myself go, to forget, to sleep. But I can't, I'm suffocating: existence is penetrating me all over, through the eyes, through the nose, through the mouth....
And suddenly, all at once, the veil is torn away, I have under-stood, I have seen.

I do not think therefore I am a moustache.