revisiting something
kafka- "at night"
deeply lost in the night. just as one sometimes lowers
one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the
night. all around people are asleep. it's just play
acting, and innocent self-deception, that they sleep
in houses, in safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched
out or curled up on mattresses, in sheets, under
blankets; in reality they have flocked together as
they had once upon a time and again later in a
deserted region, a camp in the open, a countless
number of men, an army, a people, under a cold sky on
cold earth, collapsed where once they had stood,
forehead pressed on the arm, face to the ground,
breathing quietly. and you are watching, are one of
the watchmen, you find the next one by brandishing a
burning stick from the brushwood pile beside you. why
are you watching? someone must watch, it is said.
someone must be there.
deeply lost in the night. just as one sometimes lowers
one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the
night. all around people are asleep. it's just play
acting, and innocent self-deception, that they sleep
in houses, in safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched
out or curled up on mattresses, in sheets, under
blankets; in reality they have flocked together as
they had once upon a time and again later in a
deserted region, a camp in the open, a countless
number of men, an army, a people, under a cold sky on
cold earth, collapsed where once they had stood,
forehead pressed on the arm, face to the ground,
breathing quietly. and you are watching, are one of
the watchmen, you find the next one by brandishing a
burning stick from the brushwood pile beside you. why
are you watching? someone must watch, it is said.
someone must be there.