#metamorphosis: cockroach

[futurebird]

It's always bothered me that when people adapt Kafka's Metamorphosis they depict Gregor Samsa as a roach. Cockroaches do not undergo metamorphosis. They are born as nymphs which are just smaller wingless versions of the adult form.

Kafka writes that Gregor can only enjoy rotten food. Which also makes him not at all roach-like. Roaches strongly prefer fresh vegetables to rotten ones.

And, of course, he gets stuck on his back, not something roaches struggle with nearly as much as beetles.

That's why always imagined him as a beetle. Which implies that the man Gregor was a larvae for all his pre-bug life. I thought that was the whole point of the story... We're all grubs, but Gregor reached the next stage though sadly none of the grubs in his family could understand him.

[bluegooo]

Gregorcore

[liulyam]

The Metamorphosis

[octorimi]

i drew my comfort characters watching 9/11 😁👍

[kagakutsukai]

give me the strength to not pick a fight with people who refuse to go any deeper than surface level with a piece of media

[iluvuiloumi]

Kafka's Metamorphosis: My Ramblings

Hello world (Luna)! Since I got this account like...2 days ago, I'm just gonna post whatever insane ramblings I have in my brain into here, and that's all that is necessary for me.

I finished Metamorphosis this morning, and knowing not only how he saw himself, but also how he saw his father:

"You never hanged me, but I always felt the rope around my neck"

In all honesty, I saw this quote attributed to Kafka's writing, but I cannot find the quote itself so please take this with a grain of salt. However, the quote still applies to the book itself.

Ramblings:

Turned into a bug, Samsa's first thought when he transforms is not about him. In fact, never — not for more than 2 or 3 instances for which he is almost instantly punished — does he think about himself. Rather, his every thought, his life, and his existence seem to be consumed by his family.

He lives for his family. He breathes for them. But in his essence, what is he, if not for his family? Now, he must know. He must know because he has no family any longer. He's a vermin hiding inside a house that was no longer his the second he was not the perfect son, although he paid for it.

Even as a bug, he thinks of his family. Completely starved for any kind of human treatment for himself, he still hides underneath a blanket for his sister's comfort.

And yet, he hopes, silently, that she would move it and look upon him with the adoration she used to have for her brother. But she doesn't.

She treats him like he is dead, and feels guilty about it. That is why she empties his room like one would a missing or gone relative. She believes her life is ruined by his transformation, more than his. She is who matters because she retains her human form. In fact, that is why she doesn't let the mother clean the room.

She doesn't want to treat his room or him as something that should be cared for because she knows she does not care for him. When her mother tries to, it proves the neglect that she has been showing him. She cannot be confronted, just like her father couldn't, with the truth that their beloved.

Samsa is almost immediately resigned to his fate. He aches and longs for communication with the only ones he loves. He aches for belonging, so much so that he is willing to live with the torture of the room as long as he can see that it is his own. He aches for communication.

But he cannot bother his family. He cannot do it. So he screams silently.

They clear his room, and he only asks for a single painting to remain.

They leave him scraps that he returns untouched, only hoping that they notice his starvation

They leave the door slightly ajar while refusing to engage in conversation with him, and he stays in the shadows to not horrify them with his appearance.

His father tries to kill him, and he stays on the floor to not scare him further.

He hides in silence under a blanket to prevent his sister from witnessing what she considers disgusting.

His sister's music plays and is not fully appreciated his only thought is to protect her and play for who would truly appreciate her — him — but only through her free will.

He wakes up as a cockroach and though he describes the pain as debilitating, he still tries to force himself to work for his family.

However, his family only thinks of their own. No longer human, Samsa was no longer their concern. If he could not be a part of the family as a human, he could no longer be a part of the family at all. But they cannot admit to themselves the cruelty of their actions in their pursuit of freedom.

Samsa did not have the privilege of a job he enjoyed for his family.

Samsa observed the world with the innocent eyes of an observer.

"Was he an animal if the music could captivate him so?"

No, Gregor Samsa. You were the one with the most humanity of them all.

[iwasateenagenosferatu]

Mojo,

The Scavenger

More Bug Sims. I love her. She's named after one of my favourite games, the super obscure "Bad Mojo" from 1996.

[v-oro]

I'm making a slide show for a literary club of mine and I'm quite proud of these two slides that come one after the other

[bed-wed-behead-your-fave]

Gregor Samsa (in cockroach form) from Kafka's metamorphosis

Forgot media last time because I thought it's super obvious

Thanks. I hate guessing or making assumptions. I’m sorry for being autistic about it. /srs /lh

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

[Do Androids Dream of Electric Memes? The Director's Cut]

[mooneyedmoth]

A series of little bugs I've drawn to catalogue my emotions at work

[deliciousdietdrpepper]

I kno I kno i kno that a cockroach is a terrible disability pride icon but Gregor samsa got his hooks into me and so it is to Me

[regenesis01]

Metamorphosis, 2023, inspired by Kafka's book

[rotm-channel]

Reflection of a Cockroach Man

[cygnahime]

“hey, why did Franz Kafka write Like That?”

“turns out he was a mentally ill atheist Jew who died slowly and painfully of a then-untreatable disease.”

“oh, one of those. that explains it all, really.”

“he also once worked for an insurance company.”

“understood.”

[moonlit-nihility]

maybe its because im tired but this may be the funniest shit ive ever created