Alphabetarion # Breath | Albert Camus, 1947

“You think about bathing in the sea – thick as velvet, supple and smooth as a wild animal.
You think about swimming naked, and at night, with the stars, and a friend. Swim till
you’re far from the world, and breathing together in the same rhythm, and free
of absolutely everything.”

Albert Camus, The Plague, 1947