Monday, 10 October 2022

 ''Men too, secrete the inhuman. At certain moments of lucidity, the mechanical aspects of their gestures, their meaningless pantomime make silly everything that surrounds them. A man is talking on the telephone being a glass partition; you cannot hear him but you see his incomprehensible dumb-show ; you wonder why he is alive. The discomfort in the face of man's own inhumanity, this incalculable tumble before the image of what we are, this 'nausea', as a writer of today calls it, is also the absurd. 

Like the stranger who at certain seconds comes to meet us in a mirror, the familiar and yet alarming brother we encounter in our own photographs is also the absurd'' - Albert Camus in the myth of Sisyphus.


This passage made me stop dead in tracks. I put the book on the side. Stared into vacant space and recalled my memories. This particular imagery of a guy talking behind a glass partition has come to my mind before. And I thought : How ridiculous do one's actions seem if only one sense of perception is missing on our end. In this case, of course I couldn't hear him.

I think it also puts forward the idea of the absurd in a palatable morsel for a beginner like me.

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