Huis Clos

Nous nous trouvons la-bas...
Nous et la Nausee, notre belle amie.
J'en suis "sartrain".

"Sartrain" is a state-of-being-inside-Sartre's-head.
I feel a being-here-in-the-world, and I feel
the nausea which accompanies it.
We find ourselves late at night in a dead end alley... and we mug ourselves... ouch!