Albert Camus (Notebooks 1951-1959)
I love that feeling you get when you don’t remember that you’re reading. When you’re so captured by a book that you forget you’re reading the words. All you see is the descriptions and conversations that being to play out like a movie in your head. You don’t even think about it. Then before you know it, you’ve read 100 pages without realizing it. That’s probably the best feeling in the world.
who am i where is this what am i doing herE WHERES HEDWIG
I don’t under stand racism
because people are like eggs
some have light shells and some have dark shells
but there’s no point differentiating them
because they all taste the same once you crack them open and empty their guts on the frying pan
Wait until the vegans find this.