through and against the window

To awaken on a cold autumn morning full of yellowish light. To force your way through the half-shut window and while still in front of the panes, before you fall, to hover, arms extended, belly arched, legs curved backwards, like the figures on the bows of ships in old times.


To run against the window and, weak after exerting all one's strength, to step over the window sill through the splintered wood and glass.

Franz Kafka


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