“It is sheer madness, almost always punished, to return to the sites of one’s youth and try to relive at forty what one loved or keenly enjoyed at twenty….In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was within me an invincible summer…And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there is something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”
This is the beginning and the end of a text which I love from Albert Camus. An excerpt from his essay Return to Tipasa. Last year Albert Camus would have turned 100. He was born and lived for many years in Algeria, and was buried in the cemetery of a beautiful little village in Provence, France after an absurd car crash. We lived in Algeria when I was a child, and I have strong memories of a carefree and happy life there. I also vividly remember visiting his tomb in Lourmarin when I was 17, in love – like many people my age – with his beautiful writings. Today felt like a good day to share this with you.
(writing from under the rain in Hong Kong. Makes sense, right?!)
The photo above, I love it too. It is not mine, but the work of Algerian photographer and installation artist Zineb Sedira.