Like Antonio Gramsci found himself confined to Mussolini's dungeons, having to jot down short lines of thought in small notebooks, I at times find myself confined to the kitchen table, by a laptop, forced by an uncontrollable impulse to comment on something I have seen or read, to write a few short lines about some subject.
I recently aquired a (Norwegian language) copy of Franz Kafkas “Letters to Milena” [1], collecting some of Franz Kafka's letters to Milena Jesenská from 1920 to 1923.