Only a few chapters into A Happy Death by Albert Camus but I was thinking about it a lot today.
And the blood
boils, the blood
stains. So would
say Albert Camus.
A Happy Death for
me, maybe one
for you.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

In May, the fog slips
Into the city nestling
Against glass and steel
I am perched at the bar and
Swim in music and murmurs
Only a few chapters into A Happy Death by Albert Camus but I was thinking about it a lot today.
And the blood
boils, the blood
stains. So would
say Albert Camus.
A Happy Death for
me, maybe one
for you.