Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.
The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.
Somehow the body keeps life going despite the ravaging negations of the mind.
Like other secret lovers, many speak mockingly about popular culture to conceal their passion for it.
In the street, the gaze of desire is furtive or menacing.
Pity drowns in numbers.