clumsy and shy twenty-something yr old living in philadelphia
“Yours. (now I’m even losing my name—it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours).”
— Franz Kafka, postscript of a letter to Milena Jesenská, dated June 15, 1920, in Letters to Milena (Doubleday, 2013)
we slept with the window open all weekend and i can’t wait until i don’t have to come back to philly anymore.