There's this feeling in my stomach that's pulling me away from the world and I'd like to chase what's causing that. Met someone I'd really like to know.
I tear myself from the window and stumble across the room; I glue myself against the looking glass. I stare at myself, I disgust myself: one more eternity. Finally, I flee form my image and fall on the bed. I watch the ceiling I'd like to sleep.. -Sartre