The Castle

"It was late evening when K. arrived. The village was deep in snow. The Castle hill was hidden, veiled in mist and darkness, nor was there even a glimmer of light to show that a castle was there. On the wooden bridge leading from the main road to the village K. stood for a long time gazing into the illusory emptiness above him." ~ The Castle by Franz Kafka. Intrigued after reading The Metamorphosis for a high school literature class, I purchased several works by Franz Kafka over two decades ago. I read The Hunger Artist and The Trial with eagerness, but when I reached the end of The Trial I decided to put away Kafka for a while, and never...