that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.” —Variations on the Word “Sleep” by Margaret Atwood
FRANZ KAFKA IS DEAD
He died in a tree from which he wouldn’t come down. “Come down!” they cried to him. “Come down! Come down!” Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. “I can’t,” he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. “Why?” they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. “Because then you’ll stop asking for me.”” —The History of Love by Nicole Krauss
a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.