I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones… - Franz Kafka

And I could never understand why you were insensitive to the sorrow and shame you inflicted on me with your words and judgements – it was as if you didn’t sense your own power. And I certainly made you ill with words; but I knew what I was doing, though it hurt me, but I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t hold back my words – though I regretted them. But you landed blows with your words and you were clueless – you never pitied anybody, not then, not later – and people were defenceless before you.

Every word first looks around in every direction before letting itself be written down by me.

Either the world is so tiny or we are so enormous, in any case we fill it completely.