There's a conspiracy theory that Albert Camus was
assassinated by the Soviet Union, that the car crash
that killed him was carefully orchestrated. An attempt
to build a narrative of martyrdom to culminate his life,
to give meaning and sense to what was an accident
resulting from coincidences, weather and reckless
driving without those building into anything
more than his and Gallimard's death, sorrow
that would blight the lives of loved ones.
If only there would have been a secret,
guiding hand, an ill plan that would have
stolen his life, then there would be meaning,
value, in his end. He would lay on stage
fallen a tragic hero, and it would all make
sense, as if there wasn't enough in his life
and work before without a meaningful end.
But real life isn't a tragedy by Racine.
22.10.2024
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