Status Updates From رسائل إلى ميلينا

“É tão bom ter recebido a sua carta, ter de lhe responder com o cérebro insone. Não consigo pensar em nada para escrever, ando só aqui às voltas por entre as linhas, sob a luz dos seus olhos, no hálito da sua boca como num dia belo e feliz, que continua a ser belo e feliz mesmo quando a cabeça está doente, cansada, e, na segunda-feira, se vai partir via Munique.”

Jesus.

are t our eyes made to be torn out, and our hearts for the same purpose?
you are the knife i turn inside myself, this is love.

not because i’m particularly tired, but because i’m “heavy.” i have been overcome by the nothingness i once described.

mijn leven zit vol met mooie boeken momenteel :))

this book demands a lot of mental work

Oh Kafka 😭

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.

i was so happy to find this narrow tunnel leading out of the dark apartment to you. i had thrown myself into it with all my soul…

Lol Kafka pls control urself

i am no longer accepting communication through iphone. handwritten letters only.

Sinaunang talking stage pala to 😆

Kafka, the man you are.

crying.

Sory zapomnialam o updacie, czytam teraz moja makowa aż skoncze 13 rozdzial i znowu troche poczttam tego

and i close my eyes to gaze into those depths, and am almost engulfed in you.

most of all i’d like to have all the time there is just for you, for thinking about you, for breathing you in.

«…but remember a human can't last for long without a heartbeat, and as long as you are turned away how can my heart go on beating?»

but since today is today and tomorrow tomorrow i’m going to leave myself some freedom.
i must have read this sentence once in a fairy tale, somewhere near the other sentence: and they lived happily ever after.

so, kafka wrote down a racial slur that led me to dig into racism and his relationship with people of color by asking a friend who has studied kafka, and then being recommended the work of mark christian thompson. turns out, kafka equalized the racism and antisemitism experienced at that time. + the use of this english word would be an artificial fire for his muted/dulled sensitivity. take that as you will :-/

i also hear your laughter but i keep digging into your letters, burrowing between your words and you laughter- until i then hear one single word, one word which is, moreover, my very essence: fear.

إنني متعب فمتى سألقاكِ وتلقيني ؟ولمَ لا أسمع صدى اسمك إلا ثلاث مرات كل ساعة ونصف ؟
أنا أتبعك أينما ذهبتِ وأرحل معكِ، يا لها من رحلة طويلة!
لكن ما الذي عليّ فعله سوى أن أغادر وأدهب إليكِ ؟

having merely to redraw the old narrow outline of your character a little more firmly.
milena calls with a voice that pierces your heart as strongly as it does your reason.

oh, if only someone was in love with the very core of my being the way frank is with milena

in having to review one’s entire like with the knowledge that comes of hindsight, where the worst thing is not the confrontation with obvious misdeeds but with deeds once considered worthy.

هو اوريدي انا بادئة فالكتاب ده من شهر ١٢ اللي فات وحقيقي مش قادرة اتخطي جماله ومش عايزة اخلصه لانه جميل جداً وممتع لأقصى حد
بحب أدب الرسايل جدا
وبحب حب كافكا لميلنا اوي.

"إن ضمة منك قادرة على جعلي أغفر للحياة كل كبيرة وصغيرة فيها..! "

He's such a simp

I can't get my hands on enough of you.

“there are such beautiful ruins everywhere in the mountains here, they make me think I have to become that beautiful myself”

“Danas nisam radio gotovo nista drugo osim sto sam sedeo, citao malo ovo, malo ono, ali uglavnom nisam nista radio ili sam slusao sasvim blagi bol kako radi u mojim slepoocnicama” - real

Kafka was definitely autistic