'One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into a monstrous verminous bug. [...] His numerous legs, pitifully thin in comparison to the rest of his circumference, flickered helplessly before his eyes.'
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A bug named Gregoria?
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I did a close reading of Kafka's Metamorphosis earlier this year. Maybe it surfaced now, in photography.
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I was just crawling out, out of, out of the window.
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I need air,
constantly.
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