Encounters

I live alone, entirely alone. I never speak to anyone, never; I receive nothing, I give nothing...
When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell something:
the plausible disappears at the same time as the fiends.
You let events flow past; suddenly you see people pop up who speak and who go away,
you plunge into stories without beginning or end: you make a terrible witness.
But in compensation, one misses nothing, no improbability or story too tall to be believed in cafes.

Jean Paul Sartre (1905-1980) in Nausea

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