I’m thinking of Kafka, because he is someone who, in the writing/living conflict, honestly said: writing should win, and so I lose my life. It’s true that, knowing writing should win, he laid down his life, he paid with his life, with his flesh, with his body, with his lungs, for knowing it. And what I find absolutely admirable and moving, is that when writing won, he wept bitterly.
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