LONELY VOICE #17: In Love Again and Doomed (Part Two of Five Stray Thoughts on Kafka)

My lung was fair at least out there, here where I’ve been for the last fortnight. I’ve not been able to see the doctor. But it can’t be so bad considering for instance that I was able – holy vanity! – to chop for an hour and more without getting tired, and yet was happy, for moments.
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There are few things more riveting than watching people gossip in a language you don’t understand.