

Tell me what you think so far.Two men stood in a prison cell. Both needed to be there, but one could leave and go anywhere any time he chose. But he felt the need to be there that evening, and if he didn’t absolutely have to be somewhere he preferred to be lost in nothingness.Tell me what you think so far.
“Cigarette?” he asked, holding out the package through the black cloak in the room, thumb sweeping over the lighter illuminating his presence for the mortal. His entry had been silent.
“Ah for my favorite delusion,” the imprisoned man stated, voice penetrating from the thick of the murky body-odor and boredom reeking smell. The inmate was a haggard one, very tall and impo
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For everything to be consummated, for me to feel less alone I had only to wish that there be a large crowd of spectators the day of execution and that they greet me with cries of hate. - Meursault, The Stranger. (Albert Camus)
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