February 14, 1913
My mood is dark. Visited the café seeking pancakes. Rather, I was treated to a byzantine host of options: Whole wheat or regular? Flapjack or silver dollar? Syrup smiley and strawberry eyes, or bacon smiley and sausage eyes?
Trapped in this web of breakfast bureaucracy, I froze. Retreated in frustration and shame.
(Franz Kafka’s notes)
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