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Franz Kafka, in a diary entry dated 26 May 1922, from The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923
fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am an observer, but not by choice.’
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
4 June 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
4 June 1901, Aleksandr Blok (1880-1921), Selected Poems
Tuan Vu (Vietnamese, 1971) - Garden of Giant Roses (2023)
Ada Limón, The Quiet Machine
L. V., i hope you're happy but i'll look away if it's not with me [inspired by @luminote]
May Sinclair, Life and Death of Harriett Frean (originally published c. 1922)
from "Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin (1939-1947)"
𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹
[ID: May 28. In spite of insomnia, headaches and worries, perhaps in a better state than ever before. END ID]
𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟸𝟾, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
“It is in our relations with other people that we gain a sense of ourselves; it’s that, pretty much, that makes relations with other people unbearable.”
— Michel Houellebecq, Platform
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