Spreading freedom on my toast








It used to be summer. I used to walk back home.

I used to be in love with this big city like you’re in love with a stranger.

You see him two or three times and you don’t know anything about him.

You start asking around, you get different answers.

But you know better.

I crawled into bed with this stranger, the city, and oh, the dirt and its dust.

And then started singing in a deep voice.

‘’Once upon a time I was talking of freedom. At breakfast I used to spread it on my toast, I used to chew it all day long and in company my breath was delightfully redolent of freedom.’’ ( Camus, The Fall)

He actually said that.

And then his car just crashed.


pictures made by dad

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Mona says:

    Love the combo! Great skirt and bag!

  2. Ioana says:

    arati minunat ❤

  3. multumesc mult!! :*

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