9 March. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require the expenditure of so much strength.
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9 March. What an effort to keep alive! Erecting a monument does not require the expenditure of so much strength.
Franz Kafka, Diaries (via kafkas-diaries)
What need is there to weep over parts of life? The whole of it calls for tears.
Seneca (his last words)
I am interested only in nonsense, only in that which has no practical meaning.
Daniil Kharms, (source)
… as if familiar paths traced in summer skies could lead as easily to prison as to the sleep of the innocent.
Albert Camus, The Stranger (via a-dance-with-the-absurd)
Accepting the absurdity of everything around us is one step, a necessary experience: it should not become a dead end. It arouses a revolt that can become fruitful.
Albert Camus, “Three Interviews,” Lyrical and Critical Essays
In order to cease being a doubtful case, one has to cease being, that's all.
The Fall, Albert Camus
“J'ai connu un homme qui a donné vingt ans de sa vie à une étourdie, qui lui a tout sacrifié, ses amitiés, son travail, la décence même de sa vie, et qui reconnut un soir qu'il ne l'avait jamais aimée. Il s'ennuyait, voilà tout, il s’ennuyait comme la plupart des gens. Il s'était donc créé de toutes pièces une vie de complications et de drames. Il faut que quelque chose arrive, voilà l'explication de la plupart des engagements humains. Il faut que quelque chose arrive, même la servitude sans amour, même la guerre, ou la mort.”
La chute, Albert Camus
“I knew a man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatterbrained woman, sacrificing everything to her, his friendships, his work, the very respectability of his life, and who one evening recognized that he had never loved her. He had been bored, that’s all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen—and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen, even loveless slavery, even war or death.”
The Fall, Albert Camus
Julieta (2016) dir. by Pedro Almodóvar
I learn that there is no superhuman happiness, no eternity outside the sweep of days.
Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller
the stranger // albert camus
I know what 'nothing' means, and I keep on playing.
Play It as It Lays, Joan Didion
‘Tell me what matters,’ BZ said. 'Nothing,’ Maria said.
Play It as It Lays, Joan Didion
20 January. As in the despairing hour of death you cannot meditate on right and wrong, so you cannot in the despairing hour of life. It is enough that the arrows fit exactly in the wounds that they have made.
Franz Kafka, Diaries (via kafkas-diaries)
Albert Camus, The Stranger
Now we are longtime outcasts, flung through the emptiness of time in a straight line.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
If rejection and privilege are the same, if there is no difference between the sublime and the paltry, if the Son of God can undergo judgment for shit, then human existence loses its dimensions and becomes unbearably light.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
Yet somewhere deep down a thin thread still ties us to that far-off misty Paradise, where Adam leans over a well and, unlike Narcissus, never even suspects that the pale yellow blotch appearing in it is himself. The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera