I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person. Franz Kafka; from a diary entry dated 23 March 1914 Franz Kafka’s Diaries, written in German language between 1910-1923, include casual observations, details … Continue reading
Meran, May 1920 Dear Frau Milena (yes, this heading is becoming burdensome, although it is something to cling to in this uncertain world, like a crutch for sick people; but it’s no sign of recovery when the crutches grow to be a burden), I have never lived among Germans. German is my mother tongue and … Continue reading