Do you realize that people don’t know how to read Kafka simply because they want to decipher him? Instead of letting themselves be carried away by his unequaled imagination, they look for allegories — and come up with nothing but clichés: life is absurd. (…) You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself.
I am empty today. I got lost in the bath and shall hope the same for the bed. We must try to be less worry and whirrrr because those things have many babies that are all frit and spit and are difficult to care for because they keep trying to run off the cliff.