Not in Kansas Anymore

"On my way out I was even going to shake his hand, but just in time, I remembered that I had killed a man" (Camus 64).

Meursault, in a matter of a few hours, transformed from a numb, indifferent almost apathetic young man into a numb, indifferent mostly apathetic young man and a murderer. Is there nothing this man won't do? Is there nothing that bothers him? Even in prison, he is nonchalant and unchanging. He ended another human being's life and acts as though he simply enjoyed a pleasant day on the beach. The only slight difference in his mannerisms with regards to the killing is his acknowledgement of how his presence affects others. He is keenly aware that people might be inclined to feel uncomfortable around killers, however feels no internal remorse of his own.

Perhaps what Meursault was craving is structure. The activities of his day to day life (besides work, which he has revealed on multiple occasions that he doesn't care about) are hardly ever planned out and never seem to peak his interest. In prison, he encounters a regimented schedule and consistent human contact with people he values and respects. And you know what, more power to him, I say. This man is clearly not in touch with normal human social emotions and if prison is where he feels most comfortable then there he shall thrive.