I’m reading “Nausea” by Jean Paul Sartre. One of the most depressive books I have ever read. I don’t know whether it’s the book or just the way life is, but I feel a deep emptiness.
I don’t know what to do, to get rid of it. A feeling of unrest and lack of purpose, content of life. The nausea of everyday life.
I’m craving drugs and alcohol, but would prefer to tackle the feeling of unrest and nausea in a more graceful, mannered way.
It is probably just one of my mood swings. Perhaps i wake up happy tomorrow?
You can see it online, this production with Harold Pinter is spot on. About Nausea, you could always refute its contents by burning it. The wonderful thing about the talibans is that they have shown that culture and art are not eternal, and I thank them for this knowledge.
For some reason, even though I am safe here in Denmark, Taliban scare the ■■■■ out of me. So do Bolsanaro and Putin, Trump and the rest of the gang. Thanks for the recommendation.
I’m a little confused (late at night). You are not an iconoclast, a revolutionary? I guess not, but in this forum people have all kinds of strange beliefs.
Apparently there is a person around the forum who adores Stalin, and that’s the strangest belief I have ever heard of @Om_Sadasiva