This entry is inspired by many things but having this wikipedia article in mind would be good.
This is one of these days when the sky turns black and it suddenly the rain pours down like there is no tomorrow. It is one of these days when I treasure the darkness of the sky and revel in the fact that it’s raining on me. It also helps that I’ve discovered a new band called Diary of Dreams which seems strangely and eerily fitting with existential nausea I woke up with this morning. (And before you start asking – no I’m not pregnant! At least not if we’re not talking some existential pregnancy of which I know little, but it’s a thought.)
“Nothing seemed true; I felt surrounded by cardboard scenery which could quickly be removed….” (Nausea, 1959 edition, pp 106-7)
It seems fitting to quote Sartre on a day like this although I’d rather quote Camus. The nausea is not because I saw the new Star Trek movie (I was dragged there kicking and screaming), it had strangely little cardboard feel to it and I enjoyed it although I’m still not over the fact that Bones was cuter than both Spock and Kirk.
No, The Enterprise saved the day remarkably handsomely and apart from a star wars monster that seemed to have gotten out of George Lucas’ virtual cages it was thoroughly enjoyable to see Star Trek being renewed and still remaining what it was.
“The Nausea is not inside me: I feel it out there in the wall, in the suspenders, everywhere around me. It makes itself one with the café, I am the one who is within it.” (Nausea, —1959 edition, p31)
P.S. forgive my existential stumble – this never lasts long and I’ll be posting overly bright pictures again in no time. Blame it on Sartre and sing a cheery song if it felt like this entry had too slow a beat.