I didn’t believe in God/ Albert Camus
He remained quite still at first, his arms resting on his knees, his eyes fixed on his hands. They were slender but sinewy hands, which made me think of two nimble little animals. Then he gently rubbed them together. He stayed so long in the same position that for a while. I almost forgot he […]
Rifle barrels pointing at me/ Jean-Paul Sartre
I didn’t want to think any more about what would happen at dawn, at death. It made no sense. I only found words or emptiness. But as soon as I tried to think of anything else, I saw rifle barrels pointing at me. Perhaps I lived through my execution twenty times; once, I even thought […]
