Two and a half days I was, though not completely, alone, and already I am, if not transformed, at any rate on the way

Two and a half days I was, though not completely, alone, and already I am, if not transformed, at any rate on the way. Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. A slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more, for disorder is the worst thing in small talents.

Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1923