
Camus drifts through life untouched by its expectations, and that very detachment terrifies everyone around him. It‘s haunting, the way indifference becomes rebellion; how honesty, stripped of illusion, unsettles those still pretending to understand life. Camus forces you to confront that raw truth, that existence doesn‘t promise purpose, yet we live anyway. And maybe that‘s the point. To exist without needing reason, to linger.