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And i finished it. It took me 4 month, with excruating on and off reading in between writing my never ending thesis. Camus essay to me, will always will be sublime, poetic, represent compelling resilient that i can always turn to. I remember vaguely in my lonely day when i'm first start college, i first get ahold of The Stranger in my freshman year of college. It blew my mind as soon i finished it. There many thing that i didn't understand first, but as life goes on, Camus writing come accros to me once again, in my 21st years of age.

It start with the beauty of the passage "In the midst of winter, i found there was, within me, an invisible summer" and his art come back to me many years after i vaguely understand, and finished The Stranger. And the immerse feeling for founding the ray of light vividly represented in book, a right book in desperate hour of need. That is how i discovered Camus book once again.

Different than Hemingway, in which i found raw, simple, even to the point parsimonious strenght againts suffering, or Subagio, whose poem in my own languange, i can search for warm, and consolation, where i can mummur his brutal and philoshopical verse again and again. But in Camus, i see a combination of both, completed but not replace two writer that i held in high esteem, become my main reason to falling in love in literature.