The Swan


I wonder: what is this swan feeling? Is he mesmerized by the golden beauty of dusk around him, relishing the artistic beauty of nature? Is he looking up at some distant bird flying in the sky and wishing that he could fly to that heights too? Is he feeling lonely, desiring that he could have enjoyed the sunset in the company of a loved one? Is he just silently ruminating over his life at this peaceful spot, away from others? Is he looking back and pondering over his mistakes? Or maybe, this swan is experiencing the existential liberation, the same psychic victory over the indifference of the universe which the wife in Camus' The Adulterous Woman experiences under the night sky...

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