In Nausea, Sartre describes the feeling of the heaving sickness, vomiting, that wrenching
vertigo in the face of life's absurdity, the emptiness that prods at the edges of existence.
Vomit Express is my attempt to face this existence in its own face and to meet its gaze
through my lens, documenting over two years of escaping from here and setting off
everywhere.
Travel has long been my salve, my way to outpace the suffocating stillness. The ecstasy
of the unfamiliar bleeds into the monotony of routine, and I am driven to flee once more.
This impulse to escape is a vertiginous confrontation with the void, an attempt to avoid
facing the very matter I am made of - my own existence.
Through this journey, I found no asylum. As Sartre knew, existence is a shadow that
never loosens its grip—it permeates, it saturates, it is inescapable. Everywhere, it presses
in, thick and unyielding. And so, I am left to shoulder the weight of my own existence.
With this project, I ask you to do the same, to gaze unflinchingly, to stand firm against the
tide, to compel the urge of looking away, and to confront the essence of being itself.
