Nausea is the essence of being for people stuck 'in the daily bustle'. People — abandoned to the mercy of an alien, merciless, dismal reality.

Nausea is the impossibility of love and trust, it is — simply — the inability of a man and a woman to understand each other.

Nausea is that very 'other side of despair', beyond which lies Freedom.

But — what is a person, maddened by loneliness, to do with this cursed freedom?..