Wings over Prague: A Kafkaesque Exploration of the City of a Hundred Spires
Imagine a long queue of men with the same face, height, and every other trait. They looked like they were from the same factory with their matching black coats and trilby hats. Each man with a perfectly square briefcase took one step at a time at the same rhythm. Like some products on a manufacturing belt, they slowly moved toward the rim of nothingness. No one asked “Why?” as the weight of this question is unbearable to the best of us. However, one man refuses to fall off the edge of this bureaucracy. Upon awakening, his consciousness triggered a pair of wings to bloom on his back, carrying him toward the light of liberation. These complexities of human life intertwined with the mediocrity and uncertainty in my stories are nowadays called “Kafkaesque.” This beautiful blend has something to do with where I was born and spent most of my mediocre life — “ The City of a Hundred Spires .” In Central Europe lies a city with a blend of history, culture, and mystique— Prague , mir...