Sunday, November 21, 2010

the stranger

"nothing, nothing mattered, and i knew why. so did he. throughout the whole absurd life i’d lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones i was living. what did other people’s deaths or a mother’s love matter to me; what did his god or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we’re all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? couldn’t he see, couldn’t he see that? everybody was privileged. there were only privileged people. the others would all be condemned one day. and he would be condemned, too.”
the stranger, albert camus

do you ever get the feeling while reading something, when all of a sudden you realise that something wonderful is happening, and with every word your life is changing? because i just got that.

1 comments:

masahikor said...

what's happened?