poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
poeticsofdeath: “I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.” — Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis