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I thought about death almost hourly. I knew in my heart that at any given moment I could lose my mum. I also understood that at any moment I could drop dead, and that isn't the nicest thought to have with your Weetabix.
My son has been asking questions about God since he was four. It started during his most acute "but-why" phase. At his Catholic school in France - chosen more for its bilingual dimension than for its religious one - he heard many a biblical story cross-legged on the carpet.
In recent months I have both graduated from university and turned the ripe old age of 23. By juggling a retail job, freelance work and the occasional unpaid personal project, I scramble through most of my days searching for the sweet relief of feeling "Wow...I really have my shit together!", before I pat myself on the back and give a double thumbs up to an invisible camera. But that feeling never seems to come.
Worn on the right person, it is beyond words (although I shall continue to try and capture the essence of this garment using such linguistic containers; limited though they are). Think of Audrey Hepburn in her black turtle-neck in Funny Face. Nothing expresses a sense of gamine joie de vivre better than her in that outfit. She made that sweater iconic.
Existentialism appears to be everywhere. According to UK Prime Minister David Cameron IS poses an 'existential threat' to
On the 4th of January, 1960, at the age of forty six, Camus had planned to take a train back to Paris after a Christmas holiday with his wife and kids. At the last minute, Camus changed his mind and decided to travel instead with his publisher Michel Gallimard. During the journey, Gallimard's car slipped off the icy roads and smashed into a tree, immediately killing Camus.
Call it evolutionary instinct, or reduce it in some other way if you like, but in my skull, every one of us is utterly brave to slide out of bed each morning and face the daily challenge to hold onto hope and meaning despite the inevitable demons that waylay us all.
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People aren't celebrating the fact that an old woman that they never met died this week. People are celebrating because they feel that there is closure on a sh*tty decade during which rich people got rich and poor people got bummed with anti-lube.