Nausea

Author: Sartre
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Publish Date: 1999-03-01
Features: Because in the depths of all those seemingly unrelated attempts, I always find the same desire. To drive existence out of me, to squeeze out the grease of time, to tighten it, to dry it, to purify it, to make it hard, so that it can finally produce the clear and precise sound of a saxophone. All my senses quietly bent, terrifyingly changed—this is nausea. It grabs you from behind, then lets you drift in the vast tide of time. Did Rogent changed? Or did the world change? Suddenly, the walls, gardens, cafes were all seized by nausea. There was also a time when he woke up on a dangerous day, something rotten in the air, in the sunlight, in people's gestures. Here, "nausea" is revealed as the true existence—ugly true existence.