“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”—Franz Kafka
He was never one to linger over the mysterious paths of chance, but here, in this misplaced buttoned-up age of strange sterility, selfishness took him by surprise. What great quantities slipped through him, that is—daily quashed by reminders of the absurdity of his existence, the desperate cling of an unutterable history.
This is a fun little site where you try to guess books’ Amazon.com ratings by their covers’ appearances. I’ve not done too well, I only got about half right, I kept giving 4 stars to 5 star ones. I don’t really know how well a signifier this is of people’s reactions to well-designed book covers, but pretty covers certainly catch your eye better. Then you read it and find out you hate it or something…
In the late afternoon light, standing still in the bewildering stagnation and resplendence of youth, she watched them through the doors, biting at her nails and the sound of carrying voices still ringing in her bones.