came from the booze and the fags generation and prayed for the mayhem to start. puppet on a string. too young to keep good love from going wrong. too deaf, dumb and blind. tinting the solitude with weird lover wilde on my side.
Camus died on 4 January 1960 at the age of 46 in a car accident near Sens, in a place named Le Grand Fossard in the small town of Villeblevin. In his coat pocket lay an unused train ticket. He had planned to travel by train with his wife and children, but at the last minute accepted his publisher’s proposal to travel with him.