#somethingaboutkafka

It was unclear to me when, exactly, the walls had become transparent, not to the eye, but to something else, some unnamed faculty that had developed in me without my consent. I had been summoned inward, into corridors I had not chosen to enter, and when I emerged, the room felt different, charged, almost accusatory. I could not say what the others were feeling, only that I felt it, the way one feels a verdict before it is read aloud.