A visit to the Pacific Coast and the Redwood Forest left me with a sense of wonder and the inevitable acceptance of what Albert Camus was trying to say.
We are here. And that is all. Choose wonder over meaning.
A meditation on the immigrant experience
A visit to the Pacific Coast and the Redwood Forest left me with a sense of wonder and the inevitable acceptance of what Albert Camus was trying to say.
We are here. And that is all. Choose wonder over meaning.
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