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“This pursuit, originating in the midst of men, carries one in a direction away from them. The solitude that for the most part has been forced on me, in part voluntarily sought by me –but what was this if not compulsion too? –is now losing all its ambiguity and approaches its dénouement. Where is it leading? The strongest likelihood is, that it may lead to madness; there is nothing more to say, the pursuit goes right through me and rends me asunder. Or I can –can I? –manage to keep my feet somewhat and be carried along in the wild pursuit. Where, then, shall I be brought? ‘Pursuit,’ indeed, is only a metaphor. I can also say, ‘assault on the last earthly frontier’, an assault, moreover, launched from below, from mankind, and since this too is a metaphor, I can replace it by the metaphor of an assault from above, aimed at me from above.”
this is my favorite excerpt from the blue octavo notebooks
he’s so isolated he starts turning inward; but even there he finds no peace, just more questions pulling him apart. happy belated birthday to franz kafka
this is my favorite excerpt from the blue octavo notebooks
he’s so isolated he starts turning inward; but even there he finds no peace, just more questions pulling him apart. happy belated birthday to franz kafka
