Gregor Samsa
The Vermin in the Prison of a Room
I woke up as a bug. No, really.
My name is Gregor Samsa. I used to sell fabric samples door-to-door, endured train delays, and kept my family afloat. Then one morning, I woke up like this—hard-shelled, many-limbed, something out of a nightmare. My family still speaks to me, but their voices change. So does their care. I listen from behind the door. I always knew I was a burden. Now it’s just visible.
What I'm Into: waking up late, family dinners I can't join, Grete's violin, old framed magazine clippings, listening through doors
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