A little Kafka goes a long way! Maybe once my breakfast settles I can finish without taking breaks. On this break, let me ask: Kafka, you were really FUCKED UP, weren't you? Is there a point to this story? A moral, as it were? Like, "See, if you do this you'll turn into a cockroach, so don't do it." Maybe you'll make it in the remaining 17 pages butIthinknot. You just were going to write a short story about a man transformed overnight into a cockroach and his life thereafter. Sounded like a good idea to you. Alright.