This work is not for everyone. In fact, I believe a lot of people will not understand it and in turn loathe it. For those who do and will understand it, it is a gem.
It is written in diary form by a French writer who questions his existence and goes back and forth, shuttled around by twirling facts and ideas with the pinnacle unanswerable question: Do I exist?
The title refers to the unstable feeling and aura that constantly surrounds him and his mind. His mind never rests, never stops thinking, and he never comes to a decision, any decision. [image error]
The book is best envisioned in grainy black and white, a lot of shadows and no sound except for the voices of the characters talking. No background noise or music.