"I Would Like To Be Able To Breathe To Be Able To Love Her By Memory Or Fidelity. But My Heart Aches.

"I would like to be able to breathe— to be able to love her by memory or fidelity. But my heart aches. I love you continuously, intensely."

-Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959-

(Artwork by Alisher Kush).

"It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core."

-Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness-

"The things we see are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself."

-Hermann Hesse, Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair.-

( Artwork Midnight Overthinking by Miles Johnston).

The Diaries of Franz Kafka are a conduit to who he really was as a person and as an artist. They chronicle his life from 1910 to 23, they offer multiplex reflections, meditation and philosophical introspection, accounts of dreams, ideas, book reviews and an honest portrayal of his feelings, emotions and thoughts. While written and given in poetic prose and lyricism, rich in vocabulary and expression, his diaries are a simply an answer to what he understood and what he did not about himself, as a writer, a person, a brother, a friend, an artist and above all as a human being with dark recesses and complexities waiting for love and affection, and light to come by.

#ReadmoreKafka.

We could be stargazing now, altogether.

Spread on the roof, like droplets of dew and ivies,

Wrapped up in meaningful silence, but

Instead, we're apart, counting stars

By the window, teeth-clenched and

Unblinking, waiting for shooting stars

To send each other flying kisses

Which smell of longing, of affection

And of resistance against the distance.

(poem by me)

“I’m tired and afraid to continue in this tone. This only to tell you the color of the day and my thoughts. It is heavy and hot. A day for silence, nakedness, shady rooms, abandonment. My thoughts are the color of your hair. Monday and a few days thereafter, they will be the color of your eyes.”

-Albert Camus; Letter to Maria Casarès.-

(Artwork by Joseph Lorusso.)