Kafka was buried somewhere here but I couldn't find his grave. Life is short. Today reminded me that a lot of things don't really matter because one day we will all be buried or burned or dead somewhere and people will walk through the graveyards of our generation taking pictures of our tombstones and no matter how big or impressive (some of these were like houses) they may be, no matter what they stand to signify or what all we accomplished, we are still going to be dead, eventually.
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