In a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger.
His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity - Albert Camus
Soon... Now will be then...Today will be yesterday... Present will be past...And thought will be memory... So...Live for the future! Make your future how you want it!
In a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger.
His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity - Albert Camus
In a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger.
His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity - Albert Camus
In a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger.
His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity - Albert Camus
