As if the 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.
— Albert Camus, The Stranger
(Source: liquidnight, via mudwerks)
As if the 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.
— Albert Camus, The Stranger
(Source: liquidnight, via mudwerks)
