The Plague, Albert Camus

There are some like Rieux who watch and document with compassion, the struggles of the people who are made to see the great meaninglessness of life.

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