“And he knew, also, what the old man was thinking as his tears flowed, and he, Rieux, thought it too: that a loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved
#Humor#Humorous#Funny#QuirkyBill I thought we needed a day between Saturday and Sunday So I worked on it ... Hmmph ... Errrm ... Umph. It took a bit of pushing and pulling on those letters, but I think that I found found the perfect unified solution of Saturday and Sunday.
He spent the first two days completely without food or water. To battle thirst, he broke off and chewed pieces of ice until his teeth ached. He discovered a few small chocolates, biscuits, and candies hidden inside his jacket pockets.
I am thinking about all that can be invaded. A body is not a body, but a home with walls and floors and large wide domes. A body is not a body, but a thing to be broken into. Its polished china plates can be smashed into sharp dozens, a mirror that becomes many.
I used to think that if I could get rid of my sadness I could finally feel alive… But I don’t know if I wanna heal anymore. Sadness is addicting. It feels so safe and cozy. Like the blanket you put on a rainy day🌧️