Absurd... συνέχεια.

MARTHA [...] Tell me, mother, is it true that
over there in Africa the sand is so hot that it burns your
feet?
MOTHER How should I know? I've never been there. But they do say that
the sun is so fierce that it devours everything.
MARTHA I read in a book that it eats right through, right to your
soul. The glow on the bodies hides the emptiness inside.
MOTHER Is that what you dream about?
MARTHA Yes. I want a land where the sun kills questions. That would
be a home for me. Living here, I feel as though I've got a
soul, and I want to be rid of it.


Albert Camus, Le Malentendu


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