9:06 AM

Read the scene in The Trial by Kafka this morning where K. wanders around a big empty cathedral and is eventually accosted by a preacher high up in a pulpit. Surreal stuff really.

The preacher tells him this odd story about a doorkeeper and a man seeking to enter the Law through the door. The man spends his entire life just outside the door waiting to be called in. At the end of his life, the doorkeeper tells him that this door was only for him and now it will be closed.

The Trial is not quite what I pictured it to be. It is much more day to day humdrum sprinkled with very odd little stuff. I guess that’s Kafka.