Camus reads the world

So close to death, Maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. And I felt ready to live it all again too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope; for the first time, in that night alive with signs and stars, I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself — so like a brother , really — I felt that I had been happy and that I was happy again.

The Stranger

So strange that American culture still regards Existential thinking as pessimistic. I see nothing but honesty and life, especially after letting go of all those things I’ve been taught to think.

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