Dreams and Nightmares: Franz Kafka & Radiohead
There’s a particular kind of dread that doesn’t announce itself. It’s the feeling of waking up and realizing the world is operating by rules you were never given. Gregor Samsa wakes up transformed. No explanation. No prologue. A Radiohead song opens mid-glitch, mid-thought, suspended over circuitry that never resolves. Franz Kafka and Radiohead are separated…