anyway it’s funny in an interesting way how the internet turned Kafka into the sad boy with an existentialist + romantic flavour instead of the author of seminal works about alienation & the confusing, painful contrast between what society deems normal and what Isn’t. how the rules that establish that divide aren’t made clear, how to the marginalized they seem ever-changing, impossible to grasp, surreal to the point of despair.
if you’ve ever felt overwhelmed by the absurdity of a system that seems legitimately against you instead of for you, if you’ve had days or months or years where language or cultural barriers have made you feel wrong to your core, if you’ve dealt with so much stress or mental illness or abuse that you’ve struggled to recognize yourself in the mirror his work talks about your struggles and would probably speak to you
One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.
