Posts Tagged ‘Camus’

Balloons up.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be the guy on the sidewalk you debate whether or not to ask if he needs help.

I figure if he was there yesterday, and he’s there again today, it’s probably just fine.

And more hassle than it’s worth.

But I’ll probably wonder again tomorrow.

I just wish he had a sign, or something.

What defines needing help?

It all just balloons up. Each time I make eye contact, it moves something.

There was a woman on crutches by the interstate with the left leg of her pants rolled up to her torso. She held the side of a cardboard box that read, “On my last leg.”

We all should carry signs.

We’d probably just ignore them.

Camus said, “Bénis sont les coeurs qui peuvent piler, ils ne seront jamais brisés.”

“Blessed are the hearts that can bend, for they will never break.”

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Ernest Hemingway died by shooting himself with a shotgun in the mouth. It wasn’t a pistol. It wasn’t in the temple. It wasn’t by someone else’s hand. It was a shotgun, he pulled the trigger, and the shot went into his mouth. There is no other way that Ernest Hemingway could have died. For him, this was a perfect death.


Albert Camus died young in a car crash. Though regrettable, and he was taken far before his time, this was a perfect death as it was an accident. Albert Camus could not have died anyway except by chance. For him, this was a perfect death.


On his deathbed, Oscar Wilde is reported to have looked up and just before passing into the depths, and said, “Either that wallpaper goes, or I do…” Perfect.


What are some other perfect deaths?  Or what would be yours?  If I somehow get electrocuted to death while blogging, I’m going to be pissed.

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