This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.
Franz KafkaI am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.
Franz KafkaThis morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.
Franz KafkaI am away from home and must always write home, even if any home of mine has long since floated away into eternity.
Franz Kafka