I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man. - Franz Kafka

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.

The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.