Variations. Kafka's Metamorphosis. Digital paintings
One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug.
His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes.
“O God,” he thought, “what a demanding job I’ve chosen! Day in, day out, on the road.
The boss would certainly come with the doctor from the health insurance company and would reproach his parents for their lazy son. For him everyone was completely healthy but really lazy about work.
I will not utter my brother’s name in front of this monster, and thus I say only that we must try to get rid of it.
People had grown accustomed to discard in there things which they could not put anywhere else, and at this point there were many such items, now that they had rented one room of the apartment to three lodgers.
Streaks of dirt ran along the walls; here and there lay tangles of dust and garbage.
By the door he first noticed what had really lured him there: it was the smell of something to eat.
“But how can it be Gregor? If it were Gregor, he would have long ago realized that a communal life among human beings is not possible with such a creature and would have gone away voluntarily.
