Clive thinks Kafka didn’t go far enough in his book The Trial. It’s been two years of bureaucracy, madness and form filling and Clive is still waiting for his legal case against the Empire to pay out anything to go towards his medical bills.
Today Clive got a call from his old boss to talk about an out of court settlement.
Clive did his best to hold it together in the meeting. Clive didn’t throw anything, scream, shake in anger or cry.
They even offered him a new arm.
Clive needs a drink.