“I sink into your eyes whenever I’m looking at you,”— Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenská written c. August 1920
“Sunday evening: alone at home, I have no one to see in this big wide city, nor anything to say to anyone, nor anything to hear from anyone.”— Mihail Sebastian, a journal note of 13 January, 1938
in “Journal 1935–1944: The Fascist Years”, translated from the Romanian by Patrick Camiller
being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study & i can write, let’s just be near each other
