not even differences in light

I'm coming up on five months here in Los Angeles - and eerily enough, the actual date will be 6 September 2005 - so I was especially moved by the latest entry in The Diaries of Franz Kafka:

6 September 1910 Which I get over easily in any case, for I’m allowed neither one nor the other, and therefore it isn’t right for me to compare myself to you. Now you! How long have you actually been in the city how long have you been in the city I ask.

Five months. But I already know them well enough. You, I have given myself no rest. When I look back like this I don’t even know if there were any nights, it all appears to me, can you imagine it, as a single day, and there was no time of day there, not even differences in light
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