Is it true that Camus said, “In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer”? And that Kafka wrote, “I am a cage, in search of a bird”?
Who knows. Who cares. Absurdity overwhelms. This blog is a weekly attempt to distill clarity from chaos. It’s more for me than for you, but I figured, why not share the link? There is a story to tell, after all.
Spuy Ink. 