
Tomorrow never comes
Today is an illusion
The past always succumbs
To memory-dark confusion
Mornings feel so bright
Nights are awful and silent
Tomorrow never comes
Today is an illusion
The past always succumbs
To memory-dark confusion
Mornings feel so bright
Nights are awful and silent
After reading Franz Kafka’s complete short stories last year, I was determined to read the three novels that were published posthumously. I find Kafka to be a tremendously interesting writer and literary figure, and after reading most of his work, the recurrent themes became evident.
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