Poverty was not a calamity for me. It was always balanced by the richness of light… circumstances helped me. To correct a natural indifference I was placed halfway between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn’t everything.
I found in myself an invincible sun.
-from Albert Camus, “De L’Envers et l’endroit”
the evening redness in the west 