I recalled Franz Kafka this morning, dont know why. He might have wanted to be remembered, who knows...Or a-few-days-guest-of-mine, flu the sluggish is playing an 'associations game' with me, shuffling my memory and picking out a name randomly...Or my end-of-month-mood is boycotting my latest firm stance against hopelessness using its best cards stored in my memory... He said:
"It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet."
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In ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. Your post is perfect, the music long and slow to match your mood. Get better soon.
It should be good.
Kafka's all about hope.
hope, hope, hope...
Should, must, have to..
When I was born I promised to...
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