the fall

"without thought for the morrow with women, without thought for the morrow in virtue or vice, each day for itself, just like dogs - but everyday myself secure at my post. thus i progressed on the surface of life, in the realm of words as it were, never in reality. all those books barely read, those friends barely loved, those cities barely visited, those women barely possessed! i went through the gestures out of boredom or absent-mindedness. then came human beings; they wanted to cling but there was nothing to cling to, and that was unfortunate. for them. as for me, i forgot. i never remembered anything but myself."

- the fall by albert camus


there seems to be an uncanny resemblance between me and jean-baptiste clamence.