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Evil can seduce man, but cannot become man.
Dreams flooded over me; I lay weary and hopeless in my bed.
— Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks
Time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible then one must try to wriggle through by subtle maneuvers.
— Franz Kafka
Wherever I turn, the black wave rushes down on me.
Franz Kafka’s signature in a letter to Milena Jesenská. It reads:
Franz wrong, F wrong, Yours wrong/ nothing more calm, deep forest.
Prague, July 29, 1920.
Letters to Milena. Franz Kafka, trans. Philip Boehm. New York: Schocken Books, 1990.
Kafka and Jesenská met twice: once in Vienna for four days, and in Gmünd for one. Kafka gave her his diaries at the end of his life.
I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
Life is merely terrible; I feel it as few others do. Often - and in my inmost self perhaps all the time - I doubt whether I am a human being.
— Franz Kafka
Anonymous: Is the URL on your personal blog, hiems-aeterna, allusion to the Kafka's sentence "What am I doing here in this endless winter?" It reminded me of it.
Well, I had him and that sentence in mind when I chose my URL. Another thing which inspired me was A Song of Ice and Fire and the sentence “Winter is coming”.
: I'm a huge fan of Kafka and I love this blog! Thank you!
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: kakvu posvetu bi napisala ako bi posetila kafkin grob?
Nesvakidašnje pitanje. Ne mogu da iznađem neki bolji odgovor, a prvo što mi je palo na pamet kada sam pročitala tvoje pitanje je bila jedna njegova rečenica “Ja ti pišem samo zato što mi je toliko neophodno da danas za trenutak, pa makar i samo ovom kartom, budem u tvojoj blizini.”
Empty days. Weeping. Everything difficult, wrong, and yet right after all.