The Sudden Walk, by Franz Kafka

Oh, that I should be as free as this. I resolve, and promise to myself, and (hopefully) one reader, that I will be so free; that I will finish the work in which I had seemed so permanently engaged; that I will change my coat, and don another; that I will take my leave from that contemptible table and its dim light, fleeing from that prison of domestication, and will reclaim the motive power within me to find my old companion, and live life once again.

Enjoy this beautiful prose, friends. It is the most uplifting thing that I have been able to enjoy of late.

Yours In Contemplation,
Kierkegaard

The Sudden Walk
by Franz Kafka

In the evening, when you seem to have definitely resolved to stay home, have put on your housecoat, are sitting at a lighted table after dinner and have undertaken some type of worker game, after the completion of which you usually go to sleep; when there is unfriendly weather outside which makes staying home a foregone conclusion; when you have already been sitting at the table so long that to go out would cause general astonishment; when additionally the stairwell is dark and the front door locked; and when despite all this you stand up in a moment of sudden discomfort, change your coat, immediately appear dressed for the street, explain that you must go out, and after a short goodbye, actually do it, believing, depending on the haste with which you slam the apartment door, to have left more or less anger behind you; when you find yourself on the street again, with limbs that respond with special mobility to the unexpected freedom you have obtained for them; when through this one decision you feel all ability to decide gathered in you; when you recognize with greater than accustomed significance that you have more power than you need to bring about the most rapid change easily and to bear it; and when you walk into the long streets this way — then you have completely stepped out of your family for the evening, and they dissolve into non-existence, while you yourself, thoroughly strong, outlined in black, slapping the back of your thigh, raise yourself to your true form.
Everything is amplified even further when you visit a friend at this time of night to see how he is doing.

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