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In Kafka’s Hotel

Outside, footsteps in the corridor grow nearer then pass, only to stop and knock on a door further down followed by voices, sobs and muffled sounds wheeled off into a silence until sometime hence when footsteps again will tread the floor and there will be a knock on a door.

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 3/12/2024 4:54:00 PM

a bit eerie and creative...certainly reminiscent of the mood Kafka created with his writing. The title was perfect and made me think of Kafka's philosophy where everything is plausible, and everything is in doubt. Remind me a bit of METAMORPHOSIS. Glad to see you back and writing, have a great evening, Sara

Paul Willason
Date: 3/13/2024 5:10:00 AM

I can't say I enjoy Kafka’s world...a little too real at times and there is always the fear of getting trapped there. But he is master of exploring the possible, dissolving boundaries...chronicler of the dark side of modernity. Thanks for your kind words Sara.

Di11y Da11y

Date: 3/12/2024 9:40:00 AM

Had to do some research to grasp the significance of the title of this one Paul, however very clearly expresses how we all sometimes become aware one day our number will be up. Perfectly poetic and skilled in it's conciseness.

Paul Willason
Date: 3/13/2024 5:03:00 AM

A bit of a dark poem...they make their way out sometimes and so I give them a hearing. Value yr time and courage by entering into the space dear DD