Sunday, May 22, 2005
L'Etranger
Aujourd'hui, Maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas.
-Albert Camus
why try at all when everything's out of reach
at times i feel just like a stranger on the beach
they're looking for shelter from the pain
i'm so sheltered, i can't see the rain
- Less is More, "Wasting"
The call came around 1:00 am. From my father, he was there.
The rest of us had fallen into routine. Get up. Shower. Eat breakfast. Go to the hospital. Wait. I found it surprisingly easy not to think about exactly what we were waiting for. But occasionally I would remember. When this is all over, my grandmother, my sister, my father, myself, we all go home to empty houses - some of us for the first time.
-Albert Camus
why try at all when everything's out of reach
at times i feel just like a stranger on the beach
they're looking for shelter from the pain
i'm so sheltered, i can't see the rain
- Less is More, "Wasting"
The call came around 1:00 am. From my father, he was there.
The rest of us had fallen into routine. Get up. Shower. Eat breakfast. Go to the hospital. Wait. I found it surprisingly easy not to think about exactly what we were waiting for. But occasionally I would remember. When this is all over, my grandmother, my sister, my father, myself, we all go home to empty houses - some of us for the first time.
