Happy Birthday, Franz Kafka!


The year is 1913, the day is July 3rd, Franz Kafka’s birthday. He is turning thirty, yet nowhere in his diaries does he mention this milestone:

The broadening and heightening of existence through marriage. Sermon text. But I almost sense it.

When I say something it immediately and finally loses its importance, when I write it down it loses it too, but sometimes gains a new one.

A band of little golden beads around a tanned throat.

::Images pilfered from Nir Tober::

July 3, 2009 8:28 am

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