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Josef Koudelka, Kharkiv, Ukraine, 1993
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❝Franz Kafka is Dead

He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.”❞
— Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
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❝…you were free of everything except what was unquestionably locked within yourself.❞
Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena
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❝I seem to myself, as in a dream,
An accidental guest in this dreadful body.❞
— Anna Akhmatova 
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Jason Eskenazi

via   Thanks for the link, Dejan!
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sorry i’m late, professor. im disenchanted with the human experience and waking up every morning thrusts me into an instant existential crisis

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❝Maybe the only thing I can definitely say about is this: That’s life. Maybe the only thing we can do is accept it, without really knowing what’s going on.❞
— Haruki Murakami - What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
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