Argento blown out of proportion

What I apprehend immediately when I hear the branches crackling behind me is not that there is someone there; it is that I am vulnerable, that I have a body which can be hurt, that I occupy a place and that I can not in any case escape from the space in which I am without defense—in short, that I am seen.

—Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness. "The Look" (via merrylaughter)

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