{"text":"During last night’s insomnia, as these thoughts came and went between my aching temples, I realised once again, what I had almost forgotten in this recent period of relative calm, that I tread a terribly tenuous, indeed almost non-existent soil spread over a pit full of shadows, whence the powers of darkness emerge at will to destroy my life….","author":"Franz Kafka","tags":["calm","darkness","destruction","insomnia"],"id":50135,"author_id":"Franz+Kafka"}