The Outsider, Albert Camus.

What did it matter if Marie was now offering her lips to a new Mersault?

The habit of our lives

This weekend I thought about the things we do to live with ourselves- our individual solitary selves, us- shorn of everything we put around it. That being whose thoughts, overt and subversive, are all within your physical body. Here I am, marching towards my inevitable end, every day with myself. Shortening processes that I know I will repeat every day, until the day I … Continue reading The habit of our lives