“Today I do not even dare to blame myself. Called into this empty day, it would have a disgusting echo.” (my translation)
Of course it is better in German:
“Heute wage ich es nicht einmal, mir Vorwürfe zu machen. In diesen leeren Tag hineingerufen hätte das einen ekelhaften Widerhall.”
Kafka wrote this on 22 December 1910. His diaries are exercises in writing and they are fascinating to read. I am jealous of his sharp thoughts and his ability to put them into words. But I do not envy his state of mind.
“I am still alive” was the message that the artist On Kawara sent around the world. The neutrality of this statement makes it impressive, the more in the context of his meticulous oeuvre. His works are just there. There is no judgment in them. He is dead now, but I am still alive. And kicking.