Kafka? more like.............well shit
So theres a new show coming to seven stages called HamletMachine. Just say that a few times to yourself: "Hamletmachine" "HamletMachine", "Fucking HamletMachine". The title is enough. Give me a brochure and a synapsis and so long as I can do nothing but walk around and talk about a play called HamletMachine(*hamletmachine*) all day I'd feel luckier than Fortinbras for the rest of my days. I'm telling you this because post-modernism is my one true love and until I make a beautiful little baby with her I'm going to spend every day I sit at this computer not doing a davis essay or bio lab (*hamletmachine*) writing to you about things that tell us existance is absurd. It's comforting. It gives me a reason not to write about "The Metamorphosis", which really is enjoyable, the only trouble is writing about is like interpreting "Waiting for Godot", I could put anything in this paper. I don't want to do that though. I want a list of short answer questions (*hamletmachine*) to ensure that I've read the text, and perhaps some multiple choice that are just specific enough so as to destroy the easy A of sparknoters. I don't want to make my own path, let alone defend it, when it's being graded. I don't know why. Or maybe I just don't want to write it, when I could be asleep, dreaming (*hamletmachine*) about monstrous vermin and diabolical torture devices and country doctors and all the things czechs like to think when their brains think on their own.