Authors:
  • I clung to nothing, in a way I was calm. But it was a horrible calm—because of my body; my body, I saw with its eyes, I heard with its ears, but it was no longer me; it sweated and trembled by itself and I didn’t recognize it any more.

    Jean-Paul Sartre (2010). “The Wall: (Intimacy) and Other Stories”, p.12, New Directions Publishing