I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.


Nausea (1938)


I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.