The Nausea

"Then the Nausea sees me.
I drop onto de bench,
i no longer even knew where i was ,
i saw the colors slowly spinning around me,
i wanted to vomit,
and there it is.
Since then the Nausea hasn't left me,
it hold's me on it's grip... "(...)

"And then...
all of the sudden, there it was,
as clear as day,
existence had suddenly unveiled itself,
the root, the park gates, the bench,
the sparse grass on the lawn,
all that had banished,
the diversity of things, their individuality,
was only an appearance, a veneer.
This veneer had melted,
leaving soft monstrous masses in disorder,
naked..."-Nausea Jean Paul Sartre