Tangles

I'm sure I seem like a Kafka obsessed individual to those who read this blog, and it is funny because before undertaking to write it, I had not read him for years and rarely thought about him. Yet now I seem to be living his existence. I say this, because I had one of those days today. You know the kind comprised of solving endless, trivial, boring, intertwined, neurasthenic tangles. The kind of day during which you think these little things should take ten minutes to get ironed out and then one little snag leads to another and yet another and so now I find myself thinking about Kafka working meticulously in his bank and I understand perfectly why he came home late and wrote uncontrollably all night.

But in the long run I remind myself to keep a sense of humor: