to Gabe
People become good writers when they reach a point when they realise that in life they find themselves constantly pestered by others to share their thoughts. It’s not out of a superior intellect, narcissism, middle-classness, or the gift of time, it’s because of the the lack of time and energy to devote to the human collective (god they’re trouble) – an incapacity to live up to people’s need to converse with you and yet a desire to give them what they want, what they need. The only solution for not disappointing the collective is by writing down all the answers to the questions anticipated and more. The more you believe in the collective, the more you write.
Poor Kafka, an office clerk, who never finished anything. Never thought highly of himself, but was allegedly considered funny by his friends. Kafka always makes me laugh and the time we’ve spent together has been total bliss. Moreover, I quote wikipedia “Marxists, for example, have sharply disagreed over how to interpret Kafka’s works. Some accused him of distorting reality whereas others claimed he was critiquing capitalism”. Awww the political discourse, however good a time traveller is, how could they foresee this? How to foresee what marxists will come up with?
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