Things that don't resonate with me to the extent they once did, Ch. 5

The Trial, part II, the sequel

Joseph K. becomes Enlightened.

On the first day of his thirty second year, K. finds that he is not dead in the quarry, and that he did not die "like a dog."

(The first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to live.)

Instead, he wakes with one hell of a hangover.

(If all language is but poor translation, have you ever tried to read lips?)

It appears his jailers slipped him a mickey.

(If you are a cage, in search of a bird, what will you use as bait?)

So where the hell is he, K. wonders?

We'll, hells bells, if I'm not dead, I should make amends with my father.  Maybe he wasn't such a bad guy after all.

(Always first draw fresh breath after bouts of vanity and complacency.)

And shit, I think i'm just going to cut though all this red tape, and see how my appeal is going.  Its really not that too terribly unimportant.

Wait a second, what's that big house on the hill up there?  It looks like a Castle.   Screw that, I ain't going up there.  I heard the townspeople there have serious issues.

Maybe I should go play basketball with a bunch of lawyers.

(Don Quixote's great misfortune is not his imagination, but Sancho Panza.)

But at least Sancho could cook tapas.  And knew where to find good rioja.

Then, who are these 5th graders?   Maybe I should watch them play basketball in Decatur as well.  

Then go to Pepperland.

(The artist is someone who has something to say.)   Not that it matters, though.

Do you ever get the feeling that any of this matters?

Or that you life is not your own?

(If a book is the axe for the frozen sea within us,) wouldn't an electric blanket be less drastic?

Do you ever get the feeling someone is watching you? 

Well...they are not.   So deal with it.

(by the way, what are you doing up so early?)