Igor Mimosa

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And it was true, I had always realized that: I hadn’t any right to exist. I had appeared by chance, I existed like a stone, a plant, a microbe. My life grew in a haphazard way and in all directions. Sometimes it sent me vague signals; at other times I could feel nothing but an inconsequential buzzing.
Nausea (Penguin Modern Classics)
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