āWhen I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears. Like that sky. Itās rain and sun both, noon and midnight⦠I think of the lips Iāve kissed, and of the wretched child I was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. Iām all those things at once. Iām sure there are times when you wouldnāt even recognize me. Extreme in misery, excessive in happiness - I canāt say it.ā
ā Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)



















