This sun and blue sky were only a snare. This is the hundredth time I’ve let myself be caught. My memories are like coins in the devil’s purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
- Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea 1938
This sun and blue sky were only a snare. This is the hundredth time I’ve let myself be caught. My memories are like coins in the devil’s purse: when you open it you find only dead leaves.
- Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea 1938
