LA NAUSÉE

LA NAUSEE 

or "NAUSEA".

AS HE WALKS AT NIGHT ON THE COLD STREETS OF

 THIS STRANGE EVENING, THE FOG BLURS THE LIGHT, 

LIKE A STAIN FADED ON THE CLOUNDS. MELTING.

EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE AT THE SAME TIME, 

STREET LIGHTS INVADE THE SKY WITH A YELLOW COLOUR.

 

A CAR SEEMS TO BE APPROACHING FROM THE DISTANCE.

 FOR ALL HE KNOWS, IT COULD BE SOMETHING ELSE.

 

LINES ARE DANCING THROUGH THE NATURAL BEAT OF WINTER, 

CURVING THEIR HIPS, ABANDONNING STRAIGHTNESS : AS DOUBTFUL

 AS THE SOBRIETY THAT RUNS HIS VEINS.

 

WHAT THINGS SEEM TO BE IS ALL THEY ARE, THERE IS NOTHING 

BEHIND THEM.

 

ALL THAT IS THERE EXISTS, AND ALL THAT HAD BEEN DOES NOT. 

NOR IN REALITY NOR IN HIS THOUGHTS.

AND ALL THAT EXISTS IS OFFERED TO HIS NAUSEA. IT IS ALL

FREE : THIS STREET, THIS CITY AND HIMSELF.

©2019 by Julien Esteves Berthier. JEB MENSWEAR S.R.L.