Mental Health-Feed the brain for when you don't use it,you lose it.
I had Haruki Murakami for breakfast today.Devoured him with a great gulp and the
meal of Samsa in Love nearly made me gag.
meal of Samsa in Love nearly made me gag.
It reminded me of the perverse version of Kafka's Metamorphosis which turned a
manintoa repulsive cockroach but Samsa seemed like a worm that crawled out of the
manintoa repulsive cockroach but Samsa seemed like a worm that crawled out of the
woodwork in Prague and became a thirty year old man who had the first stirrings of lust and a bulging hard on that left
him wondering what was happening to his body. The object of his lust was a hunchback girl who regarded
him as a pervert leering at her bottom as she bent over to repair his broken lock.It warmed my belly
and teased me into soft chuckles.
Such a tragic-comic love story that is humanly impossible .What a preposterous low life Samsa is
but how tragic to have uncontrollable feeling
of human emotions that manifest itself at inappropriate moments and becomes socially
unacceptable as sexual harrassment whilst he himself is figuring out why he was experiencing a warm flush
of blood to the nether region that sends a wrong signal to the girl he has fallen in lust with.It's practically
lust at first sight like the Shape of Water where the heroine falls for the wrong kind of man -a real fishy type.
What low life characters!
The monster in the water is a totally different kettle of fish from the creep of Samsa.
Murakami offers more bite than I could chew and his story in the novellette "Desire" is so indigestible that I know
not whether to laugh or
cry or throw up -totally like Kafka's grotesque imagination.
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