βI wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say, βCome with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fears or restraint because the world is ending tomorrow.β Perhaps we donβt love unreasonably because we think we have time or have to reckon with time. But what if we donβt have time? Or what if time as we know it is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.β
β Franz Kafka,Β βLetters to Milenaβ










