Ray Bradbury, Albert Camus, and Me
I seriously just had the most amazing experience.
First time I can ever remember a story becoming alive to me from the printed page. Full of colors, and smells, and stars.
Then, it merged into another story I had read, elsewhere. Full of heat, and death, and regret.
And the two stories became what I felt I’ve been living since I don’t know when.
That’s as deep as I’ve been in a while.
And I swear I have smoked no peyote.
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