The Void of the Absurd

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(Existentialist Black Style) The cafe in Paris was a gray smudge against a gray sky, a place where the coffee tasted of burnt beans and the conversations tasted of ash. Elias sat at a corner table, watching the rain streak the windows in long, indifferent lines. He was a man who had spent his life searching for a center, a core of meaning that would justify the tedious act of breathing. He had...

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