"what's the matter?" he asked "nothing" "what do you want me to do for you?" "i want you to be old. ten years older. twenty years older" what she mea… - Milan Kundera

I want you to be weak. As weak as I am.

جميعنا, في جزء ما من أنفسنا, نعيش وراء الزمن. ربما أننا لا نعي عمرنا إلا في لحظات استثنائية, وأننا معظم الوقت أشخاص بلا أعمار.

[Kafka] transformed the profoundly antipoetic material of a highly bureaucratized society into the great poetry of the novel; he transformed a very ordinary story of a man who cannot obtain a promised job . . . into myth, into epic, into a kind of beauty never before seen.

That’s another enigma about memory, more basic than all the rest: do recollections have some measurable temporal volume? do they unfold over a span of time? […] And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a moment the way we reread a book or resee a film.