In fact, it comes to this: nobody is capable of really thinking about anyone, even in the worst calamity. For really to think about someone means thinking about that person every minute of the day, without letting oneโs thoughts be diverted by anything- by meals, by a fly that settles on oneโs cheek, by household duties, or by a sudden itch somewhere. But there are always flies and itches. Thatโs why life is difficult to live.
Albert CamusTo me, art is not a solitary delight. It is a means of stirring the greatest number of men by providing them with a privileged image of our common joys and woes.
Albert Camus