i'm sick and while i'm trying to console myself with a book about montaigne i really only have energy to watch videos on youtube. and while i'm not averse to cats it's letters live that has my attention. a dying, if not dead, form (no emails are not the same), i think it's been ten years at least since i got my last actual letter and i can't remember when i last wrote one. this then, from albert camus to his former teacher
*this by way of a shout out to those teachers for whom it's not just a job and manage somehow to realise, likely without knowing, that it's in the little moments, that their influence will last a lifetime. you are beyond compare.
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