{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

Mr.Silenus,

I hope you are doing well.

But the sun distracts our attention-Becker/Mr.Silenus
It reminded me of how Camus describes the Sun in The Stranger:

I knew it was a fool thing to do; I wouldn't get
out of the sun by moving on a yard or so. But I took that step, just one step, forward.
And then the Arab drew his knife and held it up toward me, athwart the sunlight.

A shaft of light shot upward from the steel, and I felt as if a long, thin blade
transfixed my forehead. At the same moment all the sweat that had accumulated in
my eyebrows splashed down on my eyelids, covering them with a warm film of
moisture. Beneath a veil of brine and tears my eyes were blinded; I was conscious
only of the cymbals of the sun clashing on my skull, and, less distinctly, of the keen
blade of light flashing up from the knife, scarring my eyelashes, and gouging into my
eyeballs.

Then everything began to reel before my eyes, a fiery gust came from the sea,
while the sky **** in two, from end to end, and a great sheet of flame poured
down through the rift. Every nerve in my body was a steel spring, and my grip closed
on the revolver. The trigger gave, and the smooth underbelly of the butt jogged my
palm. And so, with that crisp, whipcrack sound, it all began. I shook off my sweat
and the clinging veil of light. I knew I'd shattered the balance of the day, the
spacious calm of this beach on which I had been happy. But I fired four shots more
into the inert body, on which they left no visible trace. And each successive shot was
another loud, fateful rap on the door of my undoing

I have often felt like Meursault. Days,weeks go by without my having exchanged more than a few words with anyone.
People have described me,like Meursault, indifferent and without emotions.Weather here is very close to how it is in Algeria.

I am afraid I might end up like him too.

Take care.