yes, ‘…he found himself transformed in his bed
into a giant insect…’ because most changes are
sudden, despite a slowness often hidden. our concerns
are still to get up, get dressed, get to work. loud crashes
cause anxiety (if not terror) behind the doors. deviance
from routine is an activity of terror. i find gregor to be
nothing if not rational.
chief clerks deserve lectures they are the difference
between power structures you can use & real
‘difference’ that is forever. terrorists. people
of all varieties want to come inside when you are late,
when you have, for instance, documents that are required
(officially). do you ‘…help the family to bear the
inconvenience…’ you are / were bound to cause them?
i didn’t ask to be born, but i keep my family
in a stultifying leisure. you know the drill.
what is a man’s purpose if not to break from type
to kill the son & thereby revitalise himself? imagine
a job, a uniform, a voice with words in it…
‘…a misfortune such as had never happened to their
relations or acquaintances…’ this particularity might
be placed as a universal. but your own change makes
others no longer human. lesser & easier. equations
can be cast aside: they are not faces nor warm.
a lightness & tranquillity with gregor’s death. who
really craves exact details when there seems to be
grete’s pulsing human body, a final image…