“On Sundays Kafka goes for walks by himself, without any objective, without thinking. He says,
‘Every day I wish myself off the earth. There is nothing wrong with me except myself.’
note by Max Brod, early 1911
“April 27. Incapable of living with people, of speaking. Complete immersion in myself, thinking of myself.
Apathetic, witless, fearful. I have nothing to say to anyone - never.”
Franz Kafka, Diaries