endurance
Duane Michals, Untitled 1968 |
» Finally, I am getting older, any change becomes more and more difficult. But in all this I foresee a great misfortune for myself, one without end and without hope; I should be dragging through the years up the ladder of my job, growing ever sadder and more alone as long as I could endure it at all.
But you wanted that sort of life for yourself, didn’t you?
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries 1914-1923. Translated by: Martin Greenberg
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