"So close to dying, maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again, too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope for the first time. And in that night, alive with the signs and stars I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself - so like a brother, really - I felt that I had been happy, and I was happy again. For everything to be cunsimmated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators at my funeral, and that they greet me with cries of hate."
It's taken from the end of a novel titled The Stranger, by Albert Camus. You shopuld chek it out, it's one of the best books I've veer read. The Cure song Killing An Arab is about the same story. (Brendan is one of the most well read artists I've come across.)
"So close to dying, maman must have felt free then and ready to live it all again. Nobody, nobody had the right to cry over her. And I felt ready to live it all again, too. As if that blind rage had washed me clean, rid me of hope for the first time. And in that night, alive with the signs and stars I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world. Finding it so much like myself - so like a brother, really - I felt that I had been happy, and I was happy again. For everything to be cunsimmated, for me to feel less alone, I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators at my funeral, and that they greet me with cries of hate."
It's taken from the end of a novel titled The Stranger, by Albert Camus. You shopuld chek it out, it's one of the best books I've veer read. The Cure song Killing An Arab is about the same story. (Brendan is one of the most well read artists I've come across.)