don't stop. ever.
there's too much ground to cover
and too much to see
no time to take it in, except as it passes you by
in the distance, there's a clearing; you'll know when you've arrived.

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some Kafka fragments:

a "running start for suicide"
"you have to earn your grave"
"Anyone who cannot cope with life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate... but with his other hand he can jot down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different and more things than the others; after all, he is dead in his own lifetime and the real survivor."
Despair has become "an enemy of life AND writing; writing was here only a moratorium, as it is for someone who writes his last will and testament just before he hangs himself."
"from a certain point onward, there is no turning back.
that is the point that must be reached"

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