well, shit. bunch of new followers today, and mostly fantastically interesting ones at that. if only all of you could be so fortunate. i feel sort of like this right now.
at noon he would sit on the ramp leading down to the harbor and watch the women walking up from the offices on the docks. in sandals and bright summer dresses, breasts bobbing, they left mersault’s tongue dry and his heart pounding with desire, a desire in which he recognized both a release and a justification. evenings, he would see the same women in the streets and follow them, the ardent animal coiled in his loins stirring with a fierce delight. for two days he smoldered in this inhuman exultation. on the third day he left genoa for algiers.
- albert camus, a happy death
“he smoldered in this inhuman exultation.” fuck yeah camus.
:) muy bueno. that statement is part of the reason why creating art of any sort is so important, because it can create a permanent impression of otherwise infinitely ungraspable moments. and also, dmt is a hell of a chemical…..anything that helps grant unexpected access to the fathoming of universal truths gets my thumbs-up of approval.
i will try and remember the phrase ‘thought gems.’
really appreciate the responses, from all of you. in retrospect, i’m grateful i decided to prioritize prolonging all those sentiments, via pen and paper.