He walks away. You watch him go,
the only movement in this white, white space.
Each step another slab of silence.
Do you follow?
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Paths are made by walking
Philosophenweg: Franz Kafka
Philosophenweg
In Leschnitz, Silesia, the Philosophenweg winds through the fog, blurring the edges. Annaberg below, a dream unraveling—buildings twist like thoughts at dusk, colors smudge into memory. Reality and fantasy meet here, in the space between breaths, in the shadows where the light almost touches.
In Leschnitz, Silesia, the Philosophenweg winds through the fog, blurring the edges. Annaberg below, a dream unraveling—buildings twist like thoughts at dusk, colors smudge into memory. Reality and fantasy meet here, in the space between breaths, in the shadows where the light almost touches.
