The stranger by albert camus اكتر كتاب عصبني ف حياتي كلها وصحيت ونمت مدايقه يومين بعد ما قريته وحلمت بيه وتجربه يعني زي الزفت بس ف نفس الوقت كون ان كتاب يوصلني لكده دع معناه انه كتاب حلو فشخ بس عموما absurdism is not my thing فمش هحتك بيها تاني بصراحه
I would hate it with all my heart walahi i think reading should never be tied to a target i love reading bc i read what i want to read how and when i want to read it and i can understand what i can and want to understand from it the joy of reading comes from the freedom of it
انا عارفه اني اتجننت بس مش لدرجه احلم ب مورسو وراسكونكوف وانا بقارن بين شخصياتهم وبعدين الاقي antony brigerton بيساعدني ف المقارنه وهم واقفين قصادنا وعارفين اننا بنقارنهم ببعض وكل دول كانو بيتلكمو عربي مصري عادي
I came to realize that when a long time has passed already the only thing we remember about people is the feeling they had associated with them not their sense of fashion not their wealth not even things they made or done its usually the feeling that hangs somewhere in our memory
Literally today someone said “r u ok? U look sad and it has been a while now” i was just about to say I’m not sad I’m numb and suicidal but i didn’t bc she is so sweet i cant be so dark in return