These arrived in the mail today:

left: jean-paul sartre's nausea

right: simone de beauvoir's a very easy death

excitement.

new reads after the book of disquiet.

finally.

maybe get ruth ozeki's a tale for the time being next.

my friend's gf recommended it and i trust her taste in books

even though we barely know each other.

trust is strange.

i'm not feeling anything today

or trying not to.

so empty.

so hollow.