102 years ago today, Franz Kafka died.
Yet every day, somewhere in the world, someone opens Kafka for the first time and discovers a gentle company.
Sleep well, Franz Amschel Kafka! ❤️
Beautiful warm weather. The window is open (as it always is). I came into the office singing a little, something that hasn’t happened for a long time.
Franz Kafka, 1912.
i wanted to forget him, and yet it seemed i thought of him always. it was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. and sometimes i found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice was still there.
(( so, i finally did some more research on erin’s situation..
its sad to see that one of my great online friends made this mistake, and even though it felt painful, i had to block them since i didnt really wanna associate with them anymore.