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