Hörtraum

Hörtraum

Can you justify your existence then? Just a little? I feel extraordinarily

intimidated. It isn't because I have much hope. But I am like a man completely frozen after a trek

through the snow and who suddenly comes into a warm room. I think he would stay motionless near

the door, still cold, and that slow shudders would go right through him.

Some of these days You'll miss me, honey

Couldn't I try. . . . Naturally, it wouldn't be a question of a tune . . .

but couldn't I, in another medium? ...

-Nausea, J.P. Sartre