let us begin
with a short story by Kafka,

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My Destination (transl. Alex Flores)

I called for my horse to be brought from the stable. The servant did not

understand me. I myself went into the stable, saddled my horse and mounted.

In the distance I heard a trumpet blast. I asked him what it meant but he

did not know and had not heard it. By the gate he stopped me and asked

"where are you riding to sir?" I answered "away from here, away from here,

always away from here. Only by doing so can I reach my destination." "Then

you know your destination" he asked. "Yes" I said "I have already said so,

'Away-From-Here' that is my destination." "You have no provisions with you"

he said. "I don't need any" I said. "The journey is so long that I will die

of hunger if I do not get something along the way. It is, fortunately, a

truely immense journey."

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my life is too short to have an immense journey.
And yet.
it is immensely weary to not think of this journey.
Away from here.

Where is Here?

Here the here that remains constant?
here the there that I never belong at?
here the here that changes?
where is here?
away.
if here is always here,
then i must continue my journey away-from-here.

away from the text before me

But my life is too short to begin this journey.

and there will be those people and things which will stop me.
and there will be no

END

to the interrogation
so if I may, I prefer to continue with my journey,
an immense journey
that lasts as long as my life

as long as
the centre...

slides past
and start all over again.
away-from-here again and again.......................

truly, a renewal of faith, that has to be done by myself.



I trembled when I realised how fast time has passed.