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Carried away like two sparks on a breeze we fused into one at a thousand degrees, Digging to the surface, Firestarter, Science Friction, Try to set the night on fire, Yea I burn forsooth
“Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.” –
- Franz Kafka to Milená Jesenská (1922)
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Magic 💫💥✨
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Isn’t it? Feverish magic at that.
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Thanks for the chuckle, Esme❣️ 🐰🎩🐰
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Hi Esme! I absolutely love this excerpt from the incomparable Franz. What a spellbinding dream sequence. It makes me want to delve into Kafka’s oeuvre for more fascinating sleep experiences. There must be more such great stuff in that fantastic oeuvre.
His best-known account of a transition “zu einem ungeheueren Ungeziefer” cautions us on the hazards of awakening, does it not? So I need to find out. And if I do, I shall let you know.
Thank you for posting such wonderful stuff, Esme! Good weather to you 🙂
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Hello my dear Bill! His oeuvre is smoother and quite the mover I reckon. And no-one wants to wake up in that state, no falls about.
Good weather and good health to you both x
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You’ve very loeuvrely oeuvre pillows oeuvre here and oeuvre there, Esme. Very warm and verily comfy. Lisa loeuvres them too x
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