visual diary

Waking up one morning after a restless sleep, Gregor Samsa found that he had turned into a terrible insect in his bed. Lying on his armor-hard back, he saw, as soon as he raised his head, his brown, bulging belly, divided by arched scales, on the top of which the blanket, ready to finally slide off, could hardly hold. His many legs, pathetically thin compared to the rest of his body, swarm helplessly before his eyes. “What happened to me? he thought. It wasn't a dream.