Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.
Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.
"Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.
When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me…”
Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”May Benatar. “Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss.” (via sommegirls)
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Copperplate practice while listening to The Beatles
WHAT TEACHERS MAKE by Taylor Mali
Taylor Mali is amazing and if you’ve never heard him speak, go look him up on youtube this very second because chances are if you’re on tumblr you need something to do anyway
and he is very worthwhile to watch
So many brilliant teachers who have touched my life over the years, I just want to hug them all…