Status Updates From Briefe An Milena

Non lo dico per gelosia, Milena, io non sono geloso. O il mondo è piccolissimo o noi siamo giganteschi, in ogni caso lo empiamo completamente.
Di chi dovrei essere geloso?

un telegramma da Parigi con la notizia che un vecchio zio, al quale in fondo, è vero, voglio molto bene, il quale vive a Madrid e non è stato qui già da molti anni, arriva domani sera. Un colpo perché mi ruberà del tempo, mentre tutto il tempo e mille volte più di tutto il tempo e anzi tutto il tempo che esiste mi occorre per te, per pensare a te, per respirare in te.

non potei fare a meno di dire che accanto a te tutto il resto scompare e si riduce a niente, anche se in sé rimane immutato.

I keep asking myself this, trembling before your reply, I keep asking myself, futilely, as if I had been commissioned to hammer a nail into a stone for a whole week, without resting at night, and I must be both hammerer and nail in one. Milena!

A man plagued by his own devils takes revenge on his fellow man without giving it a thought. At such moments you wanted to be the redeemer, and you called yourself useless if you didn't succeed entirely. But who is permitted such blasphemy? No one has ever succeeded in this,

You complain about uselessness. It was different on other days and it will be different.-

I reread the Sunday letter, it's even more frightening than I thought at first. One ought, Milena, to take your face in both hands and look you square in the eye, so that you would see yourself in the eyes of the other person, then you could not even think the kinds of things you wrote there.”

in Karlsbad I would be incapable of either speech or silence, or more precisely: I would be speaking even with my silence, because at the moment I am nothing but a single word.”

Enough, this endless white paper burns out one’s eye, which is why one writes.”

“, I’d like to be your pupil just so you would constantly scold me;”

“Don’t you know that fat people alone are to be trusted?”

😭

“ Thus I’m fighting for myself when I ask you to stop.”

A man, a man , a maaaaan

It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the cafe, your figure, your dress, that I still see.”

Kafka is echt een onzekere silly cutie

“One can tell you the truth like no one else, one can tell you the truth both for one’s own sake and for yours; in fact , one can even discover one’s own truth directly through you.”