"Because then you'll stop asking for me..."
"Franz Kafka is Dead
He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come down! Come down!" Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. "I can't," he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. "Why?" they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. "Because then you'll stop asking for me."..."
from The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
book is goodness. got back from visiting the rents..i enjoyed the time off from everything. =] not that i now have a lot of things to do. haha, quite the opposite. i'll continue bumming. =] good stuff.
hope everything is going good for everyone!! =] be happy
He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come down! Come down!" Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. "I can't," he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. "Why?" they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. "Because then you'll stop asking for me."..."
from The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
book is goodness. got back from visiting the rents..i enjoyed the time off from everything. =] not that i now have a lot of things to do. haha, quite the opposite. i'll continue bumming. =] good stuff.
hope everything is going good for everyone!! =] be happy