maybe i just didn't get what the book was saying
i've been holding on to a paperback of sarte's nausea for a while — it was the first book i bought in abu dhabi — as a treat for myself. i've just marked it as "finished reading" on my goodreads, but without a rating or a review to go with the update. maybe this was just a bad time to read this book, because antoine roquentin's deliberations remained quite alien to me from the beginning till the very end.
ive spent the last few weeks mostly at home, with far too much time at my disposal but little to keep myself busy with. in times like these, existence doubles up in density, and to strip the world of its weighty layers is an even weightier philosophical endeavour. when u have enough time on ur hands, u start teasing ur thoughts, ur actions, ur existence. u keep tossing around the coagulate like a fully chewed piece of gum, but u never really get any closer to digesting it.
or maybe i just didn't get what the book was saying.