“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that would wound and stab us. If the book we are
Reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for?”
Frank Kafka (Letter to Oskar Pollak, 1904)
“There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.”
― Anthon St. Maarten
There is not much I can say about myself, for I am in constant evolution of my former self.
Avid reader. I devour books and yet I am never full.
Philosopher. I am interesting in everything, yet I know nothing.
Introverted, yet extroverted.
I have been told that I am too kind sometimes.
I dream of a lover like Maxen. Dominant. Controlling. And loves only me.