It is Tuesday
Strip 43 of #TheAdultManual
In the Metamorphosis Kafka talks about the ramifications of the process by which Gregor Samsa is turned into a giant insect. What is essential to note is the nonchalance with which Kafka writes about the change. His very first line is:
"When Gregor Samsa woke up one morning from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in his bed into a monstrous vermin."
There it is no beating about the bush.
I've often thought about the calm impatience with which we ignore the existential ramifications of metamorphosis or change. Imagine if you were a caterpillar and one day after a long sleep found yourself in a different body altogether without any form of prior warning or consent, would you really calmly walk out, spread your wings and fly?
The irony of this, in an absurd world, is that it happens more often than we think and rather repeatedly.
Here's an amazing article about existentialism in Kafka's metamorphosis:
At some level I feel for Fred the poor guy had just perfected the art of wriggling about and now he has to start all over again, nobody asked him if he wanted this, even though we know and believe that change is for the better.
See you guys on Friday for a special Diwali edition.
#kafka challenge. Thank you YourQuote Baba for this awesome opportunity.
"Last night I smirked at you devilishly, and you with the same numbness in eyes stare at me!
This morning, I felt sun rays bit more warm, it burned me bit. Before opening my eyes, I felt you scratching me. Your uncut nails didn't hurt me this time, but I could clearly feel your aggression. With a jerk I opened my eyes to stop you, but just got frightened ! Frightened by the scenario that was less clear to my eyes. You were so giant, and with hatred you were moving hands on me. I couldn't move myself to defend, I couldn't even figure my senses. Was me this much drunk last night? No, I can remember exploring you with arrogance of my teeth, the usual way I do that. Then why?
Your nails are scratching me continuously, and believe me your sighs and screams are making my nerves shiver. What the hell made you this giant, or that hell made me this tiny?
Wait, my body became like iron, and I can hear me clinking when I get touched. And that jingle is destroying my eardrums. Though I can watch, feel and hear, I lack my sensing organs. I wanted to shout at you but voice stuck and just jingles all the way.
I know this jingle, of that chain, I tied around your feet ! "