the plague

"without memories, without hope, they lived for the moment only. indeed here and now had come to mean everything to them. for there is no denying that the plague had killed off us the faculty not of love only but even of friendship. naturally enough, since love asks something of the future, and nothing was left us but a series of present moments."

- the plague by albert camus


first time in a long while that i actually finished reading something longer than 200 pages. wow. camus rocks man.