(…I would like to point out that, by writing Kafka, the proofreader automatically changes the name to Kakà, to remind us of the good times in the present…)

I remember reading somewhere that Christo (Javacheff, Bulgarian artist), packed up the Reichstag in Berlin, before its transformation by Norman Foster, to ensure that all those who passed by it every day ignoring it, finally perceived its ‘existence.
The excuse is useful to me. I too am distracted (it is a genetic inheritance) and I have often noticed the presence or shape of some macroscopic element after decades of indifference. This happened with everything: architecture, people, or, as in this case, the contents of books.
I purchased Kafka’s book “Zurau’s aphorisms” (ed. Adelphi) in 2004. I know this because I keep the receipts for the books for this very reason (a psychopathology that is not harmful to others), and I have always been instinctively struck by what talks about the King and the king’s couriers (I found confirmation of my instinct in one of his comments by Cardinal Ravasi, still available online)
However, it took almost twenty years of indifference for me to consciously notice another, who perhaps ideally represents the consequence, and who says this:

You don’t need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, stay in perfect silence and solitude. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.

To me they seem to be the best instructions for the present time, complex yes, but also and above all in Italy, unnecessarily complicated, and it seems to me that the cinematographic work of Jean Claude Rousseau is a perfect translation of it in artistic terms.
It is an offer to listening, to silent vision, in which the random event pierces the veil of what we conventionally call “reality” and unmasks the world, which cannot do without it…