Sunday, August 27, 2017

Camus' Moroccan illusion

I was walking along the beach as the sun was slowly beginning its descent.  I was chatting with a tout I knew. Almost in passing, he told me that his mother had died today. I offered my sympathies as I scrutinized his face. Waves lapped softly against the jagged rocky shores.  Somewhere far, far away, Camus cast down a glance at this Moroccan illusion, and gave a subtle smirk.

No comments: