took me a while...

...but i finally trudged through sartre's nausea. not that it was difficult to finish, just a bit on the depressing side. i guess my thoughts aren't as original as i hoped they would be. just mere reverberations of the questions that have plagued human existence from the inception of time. i exist but why? for what good? i see my hand. i feel it as it types upon these keys. brain and fingers are somehow intricately wired beyond the physical realm. yet my hand, my typing, these thoughts do not validate why my chest heaves with a fullness of breath that is transient, is lost in the moment between now. and then.