Here's a story by one of my favourite writers. It's called 'The Chestnut-Seller' and it's by Joris-Karl Huysmans.
Something rather mischievous
6 years ago
Reflections engaged in, more often than not, with the aid of a cup of Monsoon Malabar
I have just returned from a party of which I was the life and soul; wit poured from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me – but I went away – and the dash should be as long as the earth's orbit and wanted to shoot myself.Since K is hailed as the Father of Existentialism, it's perhaps not surprising that it has a reputation for being miserable.