Kafka, i think. The lack of self confidence and hefty anxiety and steady isolation even w people he should be close to, in his writing, persona of not, are all fairly relatable to me. I think id just... Want to tell him he's not alone in his madness, i guess. I couldn't help him magically become more socially opposite of awkward, just like he cant help me, but we share some things in common, and it would be nice to give him a hug. Because when you read a person's thoughts like that when they're open with them, you get to know a person far better than you'd ever expected. He'd probably be a bit horrified that his works were published, but i hope he finds some comfort, if hes out there somewhere, in knowing that people love the genuine absurdity of them all and relate in horrifically intense ways despite over a century between him and us. Yeahhhh... Yeah =]
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