ἔρρωγα, πέπεικα λίθος*

“The fear is really unique: I do not know its rules. I only know its hand on my throat and that it is the most terrible I have ever experienced.”
Kafka to Milena

"I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so determined, it's almost a meeting, although when I try to raise my eyes to your face, what breaks into the flow of the letter...is fire and I see nothing but fire."
Kafka to Milena

resisting the heart, the body intercepts with physicality; skips itself a plenty--that hardened note of irregular rhythm; disregards necessary departure

*broken, having persuaded stone