Kafka Dreams by Bill Waterson

Reading Franz Kafka is simliar to treading upon the edge of a knife blade. There is no room for dullness, one must be sharp and careful, or one is apt to be cut in two. Kafka would appreciate this image though.

Confusion hath fuck his masterpiece. – William S. Burroughs

I survived another week of November Hell, as Kyle would claim: “Noooooooooooooo!!!!!vember”

I’ve come up with a proposal for my major term paper in Post Structuralist/Structuralist Theory. A Psychoanalytic Freudian Reading of Franz Kafka’s Parables. I’ll let you soak that in for a bit. 20 pages devoted to Kafka & Freud, what the hell am I thinking?

I have been unable to read lengthy works of fiction this past season. All of the novels I’ve enjoyed have been of a length around 150-200 pages. I am guessing most of it is a result of a busy life: work, school, essays, social life, etc, it’s just become that much harder to balance life and throw in a book of pleasure.

I wish I had a bit more to blog about, but my life is fairly dull. Celebrated my birthday this past weekend and that was a lovely time. I have some amazing friends who love me and it’s nice to be around those who support and carry you year round. And I even managed to stay awake past 9p.m. this time, hehe. Thanks for all who helped plan and for making the weekend an amazing time.