Kafka’s Metamorphosis: Are We the Insect?
Have you woken up as a cockroach lately? More than a century ago, Kafka perfectly described a world where capitalism grinds people down. It still does.
Have you woken up as a cockroach lately? More than a century ago, Kafka perfectly described a world where capitalism grinds people down. It still does.
Lovecraft’s real horror was never the monster, but the universe around it: cold, ancient, indifferent, and unmoved by human reason.
Ironically, something called "Future Wars", now already far in the past, reveals to me what it means to find an indelible human trace in an era of fast art.
One morning, no one will get up anymore. Not once they realize it was all rigged, and that the rigging barely differs from country to country, or from system to system.
Once, in a beautiful Connecticut suburb, one could swim through the private seas of the middle class. But each one led deeper into an uncomfortable truth.
We listened to stories about parties at the firehouse. We never lived them. And what we did have is now disappearing before our eyes.