Metamorphosis

I'm wearing this sweatshirt that says "Metamorphosis" on it. It's got this human eye on it, and then a compound eye right next to it. Then in small letters on the bottom it says "F. Kafka."

Every time I wear it, a couple people will ask "What does that even mean?" And then I say it's a reference to this kind of depressing story about a man who one day wakes up and realizes that he's a repulsive insect.

Some metamorphosis, huh.

That would have been one heck of a morning. Or at least, that's what you would think.

But it doesn't even faze him. He tries to go back to sleep.

How does one's life get to be so meaningless that waking up and discovering that you are an insect doesn't faze you? How do you try to go back to sleep?

I don't get it.

But I like thinking about it. Enough to buy the sweatshirt, apparently.

Oh, and I dig this entirely unrelated song.