Musa’s passing destroyed her, but, paradoxically, it also introduced her to the morbid pleasure of a never-ending mourning.
“Musa” by Kamel Daoud (2015)
Musa’s passing destroyed her, but, paradoxically, it also introduced her to the morbid pleasure of a never-ending mourning.
Musa’s passing destroyed her, but, paradoxically, it also introduced her to the morbid pleasure of a never-ending mourning.
I’ve always had a stiffness in my bearing, owing to my guilt at being alive.
I’ve always had a stiffness in my bearing, owing to my guilt at being alive.
That’s the best proof of our absurd existence, my dear friend: no one is granted a final day, only an accidental interruption of life.
That’s the best proof of our absurd existence, my dear friend: no one is granted a final day, only an accidental interruption of life.