Frânturi de gânduri şi de simţãminte...deschise de dragul nevoii de a scrie.
vineri, 16 decembrie 2011
Presimtire
"...the man situates himself in a relation to time. He takes his place in it. He admits that he stands at a certain point on a curve that he acknowledges having to travel to its end. He belongs to time, and by the horror that seizes him, he recognizes his worst enemy. Tomorrow, he was longing for tomorrow, whereas everything in him ought to reject it. That revolt of the flash is the absurd". Albert Camus, The Mythe of Sisyphus
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