“I exist. It’s sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you’d think it floated all by itself. It stirs….”

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“I exist. It’s sweet, so sweet, so slow. And light: you’d think it floated all by itself. It stirs. It brushes by me, melts and vanishes. Gently, gently.”

Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

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