Status Updates From Nausea

“But time is too large, it can’t be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.” 21

“I can understand nothing of this face. The faces of others have some sense, some direction. Not mine. I cannot even decide whether it is handsome or ugly.” 16

“I have no friends. Is that why my flesh is so naked? You might say—yes you might say, nature without humanity.” 18

“And since that time, the Nausea has not left me, it holds me.” 19

“I am quietly slipping into the water’s depths, towards fear.” 8

“I admire the way we can lie, putting reason on our side.” 9

“He’s burning his candle at both ends; in three months I have seen him turn yellow and melt away.”

“When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.” 11

“The past is a property-owner’s luxury.
Where should I keep mine? You can’t put your past in your pocket; you have to have a house in which to store it. I possess nothing but my body; a man on his own, with nothing but his body, can’t stop memories; they pass through him. I shouldn’t complain: all I have ever wanted was to be free.”

woahhh…

“For the moment they wanted to live as cheaply as possible, to economize on gestures, words, thoughts, to float along: they had only one day in which to smooth away their wrinkles, their crow’s-feet, the bitter lines made by their work during the week. Only one day…would they have time to stock up enough youth to start afresh on Monday morning?”
what a beautiful way to encapsulate Sunday