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on this day in 1913, the 30 year old franz kafka wrote in his diary: “How furious I am with my mother! I need only begin to talk to her and I am irritated, almost scream.”
the same day, in 1914, the 31 year old kafka wrote in his diary: “A picture of my existence … would portray a useless stake covered with snow and frost, fixed loosely and slantwise into the ground in a deeply ploughed field on the edge of a great plain on a dark winter’s night.”
the same day, in 1919, the 36 year old kafka wrote in his diary: “Again pulled through this terrible, long, narrow crack; it can only be forced through in a dream. On purpose and awake, one could certainly never do it.” (the preceding entry in the diary was on 6th july)
(this one seems to be about the same thing as the diary entry from 1913, if you ask me)
this concludes the list of kafka’s diary entries from decembers fifth
