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Wretched, wretched, and yet with good intentions. It is midnight, but since I have slept very well, that is an excuse only to the extent that by day I would have written nothing. The burning electric light, the silent house, the darkness outside, the last waking moments, they give me the right to write even if only the most miserable stuff. And this right I use hurriedly. That’s the person I am.
— Jan 21, 2019 12:44PM
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Michael
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Yesterday the white horse appeared to me for the first time before I fell asleep; I have an impression of its first stepping out of my head, which was turned to the wall, jumping across me and down from the bed, and then disappearing.
— Apr 06, 2019 03:17PM
Michael
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Coitus as punishment for the happiness of being together. Live as ascetically as possible, more ascetically than a bachelor, that is the only possible way for me to endure marriage. But she?
— Mar 20, 2019 05:04AM
Michael
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Miss F.B. [...] I was not at all curious about who she was, but rather took her for granted at once. Bony, empty face that wore its emptiness openly [...] Looked very domestic in her dress although, as it later turned out, she by no means was [...] As I was taking my seat I looked at her closely for the first time, by the time I was seated I already had an unshakeable opinion.
— Jan 26, 2019 04:53PM
Michael
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Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don't surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment. I spent this evening at the family table in complete indifference, my right hand on the arm of the chair in which my sister sat playing cards, my left hand weak in my lap. From time to time I tried to realize my unhappiness, I barely succeeded.
— Jan 25, 2019 04:29PM
Michael
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If I were ever able to write something large and whole, well shaped from beginning to end, then in the end the story would never be able to detach itself from me and it would be possible for me calmly and with open eyes, as a blood relation of a healthy story, to hear it read, but as it is every little piece of the story runs around homeless and drives me away from it in the opposite direction.
— Jan 23, 2019 03:58PM
Michael
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Again it was the power of my dreams, shining forth into wakefulness even before I fall asleep, which did not let me sleep. In the evening and the morning my consciousness of the creative abilities in me is more than I can encompass.
— Jan 22, 2019 04:31PM
