16 October. Sunday. The misery of having perpetually to begin, the lack of illusion that anything is more than, or even as much as, a beginning, the foolishness of those who do not know this and play football, for example, in order to ‘advance the ball’, one’s own foolishness buried within one as if in a coffin here, hence a coffin that one can transport, open, destroy, exchange.
- Kafka’s Diaries
