He asked her to judge him by his letters, not just by personal experience, believing his truest self was on the page.
"Writing is a deeper sleep, thus death. And just as one cannot and will not pull a dead person from their grave, neither can one pull me from the desk at night." Letters to Felice
It’s five years of correspondence showing Kafka as a tender, anxious partner who believed love was both salvation and catastrophe. A masterclass in vulnerability. He asked her to judge him by his