Franz Kafka, one of my all time favorite writers, died today 90 years ago, 4th of June 1924.
I guess Kafka could not imagine that the world would get more and more surreal, kafkanian, after his death. Just read his allegorical short story “A Little Fable”. That is written hundred years ago – or today?
“Alas,” said the mouse, “the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into.”
“You only need to change your direction,” said the cat, and ate it up.”
How close is the world to the corner? Do we smell the cat’s breath?