Status Updates From رسائل إلى ميلينا

Kafka casually dropping gut wrenchingly romantic lines outta nowhere is positively taking me out 🙏

I can see a stretch of road ahead, the road which is possible for me, and I know how far - probably unattainably far - I would have to be from my current position to deserve even a casual glance.

“And when you go to bed tonight, as good night wish from me, take in- all in one stream- everything I am and have : all of which is blissfully happy to rest in you” p.72

“Sometimes—not in a dream—I see in my mind: Your face is hidden by your hair, which I succeed in parting right and left, your face appears, I run my hands along your forehead to your temples and now I'm holding your face in my hands” p.217

Yours
(now I’m even losing my name- it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours) p.50

Yesterday I advised you not to write me every day, I still hold the same opinion today and it would be very good for both of us, and so I repeat my advice today even more emphatically- only please, Milena, don't listen to me, and write me every day anyway, it can even be very brief, briefer than today's letters, just 2 lines, just one, just one word, but if I had to go without them I would suffer terribly p.98

Because I love you ( you see I do love you, you dimwit, my love engulfs you the way the sea loves a tiny pebble on its bed- and may I be the pebble with you, heaven permitting) p.147

Your most beautiful letters in their entirety as well as in almost every line, they are the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me

I can see a road a stretch of road ahead, the road which is possible for me, and I know how far - probably unattainably far - I would have to be from my current position to deserve even a casual glance.

en la vida soy max brod