Kaitlyn Reed • “He died in a tree from which he woulndn’t come...

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He died in a tree from which he woulndn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.

— Franz Kafka Is Dead

May 09, 2009

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