I have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
You only demand clarity because you’re too comfortable within your vagueness; You only feel insufficient because you’re extremely fearful of unconditionally caring.
Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959