October 2009
15 posts
L’etranger
Albert Camus
translated from the french.
Mother died today. Or maybe it was yesterday. I don’t know. I received a telegram from the home «mother deceased. burial tomorrow. best wishes.» There is nothing to say. Perhaps it was yesterday.
The old-peoples home is in Marengo, eighty kilometers from Algiers.
videogame covers as if they were part of the criterion collection.
classy motherfuckers
