Would you endure not knowing anything about your husband except that he is in his room writing?
Now I have nobody, nobody but fear. Clinging to one another, we shoot through the nights.
Self-pity, because it is cold, because of everything.
I will not let myself become tired. I’ll jump into my story even though it should cut my face to pieces.
I’ll shut myself off from everyone to the point of insensibility. Make an enemy of everyone, speak to no one.
You always want to know, Milena, if I love you, but it is a difficult question.
I find the letter K offensive, almost disgusting, and yet I use it; it must be very characteristic of me.
Anonymous: May I ask what theme you use? Sorry I couldn't find it.. x
Simpli (by Parti)
I cannot sleep. Only dreams, no sleep.
There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
"A cage went in search of a bird"
Etching, 2010, Rosie Seidl Chodosh