Not Even Ghosts Are This Empty


Drawing of red eyes.

“‘I live,’ says Ivan, ‘in spite of logic.’ And again: “If I no longer had any faith in life, if I doubted a woman I loved, or the contrary, that everything was only an internal and accursed chaos—even then I would want to live.’”
-Albert Camus, The Rebel


I wreck myself, dig the grave,
go over the fence, flee the scene
fly and try to escape my old life,
but it finds me shivering, naked