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Kafka is the shit:

“Absent-minded Window-gazing,” as translated by Willa and Edwin Muir

What are we to do with these spring days that are now fast coming on?  Early this morning the sky was gray, but if you go to the window now you are surprised and lean your cheek against the latch of the casement.

The sun is already setting, but down below you see it lighting up the face of the little girl who strolls along looking about her, and at the same time you see her eclipsed by the shadow of the man behind overtaking her.

And then the man has passed by and the little girl’s face is quite bright.