Why am I writing? A very frequent question that I ask myself and that people often ask me. I found an explanation in Albert Camus, in one of his texts, a juvenile text (Noces): Il y a un temps pour vivre et un temps pour témoigner de vivre.
In other words, writing as witnessing of my existence, because il me ne suffit pas de vivre de tout mon corps.
Camus in Le mythe de Sisyphe cited Dostoevsky's fundamental question that had tormented him all his life: La question principale qui sera poursuivie dans toutes le parties de ce livre est celle même dont j'ai souffert toute ma vie: l'existence de Dieu.
Mine instead, the question that has tormented my whole life, is precisely: How to witness my existence on this earth? I, who do not believe in God, I, who consider myself a nothingness, an infinitely small universe compared to the whole universe.
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