The Stranger, Albert Camus
She ran the back of her hand along the first shelf, listening to the shuffle of her fingernails gliding across the spinal chord of each book. It sounded like an instrument, or the notes of running feet.
Currently, in the Tate Modern.
A library is never complete. That’s the joy of it. We are always seeking one more book to add to our collection.
"And as things fell apart, nobody paid much attention."
Recent picture taken in Gaza.
There’s the story, then there’s the real story, then there’s the story of how the story came to be told. Then there’s what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too.
No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace.
i said to the sun, tell me about the big bang. the sun said, it hurts to become.