[EVERY NIGHT I PROMISE MYSELF A BETTER LIFE AND EVERY MORNING I FORGET ALL ABOUT IT]

[YOU LET THE WOUND FESTER SO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO CRY OVER]

[apolitical is sugar-coated privilege]

Have you noticed that most comedians are terrible cynics?

[Didn't know which one was better so posting both]

I can plan things perfectly, as long as I don't have to do them myself

I have this little obsession, I want to go to Prague. I don't even know what to see in Prague, it's not about sightseeing; it's about the city itself and I'm not particularly familiar with the city or it's architecture either. I know it's beautiful, I've seen the photos, but it's not about that either. I don't know. I read Franz Kafka's diaries. I think it's more about him than Prague. But again, I've wanted to go to Prague even before I met Franz. But maybe it is about Franz. Maybe it's about literature. Maybe it's about me… it's definitely about me, I am the one who has this obsession with Prague, after all.

A while ago I was reading a book, imagine my surprise when one of the main characters declared "let's run off to Prague!" I'm not one to believe in signs but I definitely noted the coincidence in my mind. That character never got to Prague, the Soviets sent him to gulag for desertion.

Before the new years my cousin sat me down, "let's write our new year's resolutions, or just general manifestations!" I said I wanted to go to Prague. "What! Me too!" She exclaimed. I'm not the one to believe in signs but I definitely noted the coincidence in my mind. I won't go to Prague with her, or maybe I will, who knows. I don't know what I'm looking for in that old city but for some reason I have a feeling that it's there. Maybe it's not, maybe it all just got to my head, maybe Franz is playing some tricks.

I wouldn't call it a dream, to go to Prague, because it's not. But nevertheless, I dream of it, a different life. Maybe I'll visit Kafka too while I'm there.

The absence of a thing negates its presence. The hole has become the thing in which it was made.

All wars start over the insecurity caused by the perceived weakness of your own state and the desire for possible strength and security

My mother has flaws in a sense that she is often aggressive, my father has flaws in a sense that he is often pathetic; and I have flaws in a sense that I am their daughter.

Childhood nightmares stick to you like sweet candy on your fingers.

I have a feeling that I have committed an irredeemable crime, I walk around weighed by an unreasonable gulit. Against whom have I sinned?

Btw nothing matters at all so from the moment we are born we must point our finger to it all and we must give meaning to the colorful toys in our room and to the rough edges of the kitchen table and to the low hum of grandma's singing and to the flower blooming each spring and to the leaf falling each autumn and to the river that's too cold for our feet and to the little animal on the street that was not fast enough for this life and to the beggar on the street and to the angry man in front of a tv and to the clock that's stopped working a long time ago and to the tears and joys and laughs and to all our friends that we love… nothing matters as we are born but we must give meaning to it all, from the moment we recognize the face of the one we call mother to the last breath we take surrounded by ones we leave behind, we must say "I saw it all and it all meant something after all"