“Everything that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

And the little girl who loses her doll, are she and Franz Kafka not alike? An author who abandoned his works to be destroyed only by a trusted friend…to be burned after his death? By burning them, was he not expecting what had been written to join him in oblivion? In nothingness? Does the dying man not hold in his heart the secret hope everything he’s lost will return to ‘in a different form?’

Farewell, Instagram—and farewell Twitter—wherever art is, whatever art is, I no longer find it with you.