KAFFKA Coughka

From a certain point on, there is no turning back. This is the point that needs to be reached. (Franz Kafka)

Only when arriving at the definition of ‘existential’ do I see the blinking lights: I’ve been identified by Webster’s as actually being alive all by myself, a real person!

And ‘existentialism’: what is it good for? At some point to understand that the existential and existentialism is a bundled package; to be ‘existential’ is to be given a free pass to be yourself without actually having to be yourself, and ‘existentialism’ is only a subject to be studied in college.

Franz Kafka is still out there, at large, an under-appreciated, undiscovered aphorist, not yet transformed into a cockroach but turned instead into a tick that’s crawled up your shinbone while you’re still soaking in the bathwater.

The purpose of transformation? That of not turning back. Then what? If that point is not reached, then what?

 And what if nothing really is happening?

Only the current war, the war of the moment, the brand-new war before the next new war or the war before the older war took place, all reported on diligently in both the old and new mediums of print and broadcast journalism.