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I often think about my last lecture at uni, in which the professor called our society a culture of shame - aptly illustrated by Kafka’s last sentence in The Process, which (I’m not sure of the exact formulation, please bear with me) states that the main character would be outlived by his shame. It kind of proposes shame as the thing to last longer than us: not intellect or roses pressed between pages of poetry books, but shame. It’s one of the most terrifying sentences in modern literature. Maybe we’re not so much scared as we are ashamed of who we are.

#i remembered this and ive been saying fuck ever since#fuck fuck fuck fuckkjl fjyuiocvx
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