KAFKAAAAAAA

I am a vermin. Angelica is the father. Metamorphing isn't as cool as it sounds! My psyche still suffers. If you don't get it, that's O.K.
In front of David Cerny's in/famous "Piss Scuplture" right before entering the Kafka Museum!! They're pissing into a pool in the shape of the Czech Republic! P.S.: The butts move and their magical devices (as we'll call it) go up-and-down and side-to-side.



FRANZ KAFKA's RESIDENCE BEHIND US!!! Now we know what that building is after visiting the museum! Hahaha. It's medieval, and it's not painted--those are carvings, but you would have never known!!

Angelica and I each decided to write him some existentialist poem....but we had to catch the metro so we literally wrote something in a minute! hahaha. I forgot to put the title at the end, but I suppose in a way I did title it by not titling it. It's crap though, but whatevs.

Here's Papa with his yamaca...going back to his roots! Hahaha.





I'll excerpt from my journal about Kafka later and post more about his museum--just in case you're intrigued!