Jean-Paul Sartre. Nausea (№ 278861)

Is it even possible to think of someone in past tense? As long as we love each other, we do not allow even the most insignificant of our moments, the most trifling of our sorrows to separate from us and stay in the past. Smells, sounds, shades each day, even thought, not said aloud, we all kept to myself, and all remained alive; we may continue to enjoy and suffer all this in the present. No memories, merciless, scorching love - no shadows, no corners where to hide, somewhere to retreat.