Gary Barwin | Issue 30
In this letter, I’m going to pretend you are Kafka. Nocturnal. Secretive. Intense. Pained yet quietly open to the joy in the world.
Excerpt from Imagining Imagining: Essays on Language, Identity and Infinity
Letter to You As If You Were Kafka
I believe the hands of the clock are too close to midnight and anyway, this kind of post-ironic honesty is a response to how capitalism erodes our values and sense of self.
In this letter, I’m going to pretend you are Kafka. Nocturnal. Secretive…