This is the logical product of turning what should be the product of blissful idleness (pontificating about Kafka) into a fucking job, where you must work X hou

This is the logical product of turning what should be the product of blissful idleness (pontificating about Kafka) into a fucking job, where you must work X hours a week Y weeks a month and churn out enough "value" that your university can charge people money to pay your salary. I.e., the world is a Kafka-esque nightmare where something perfectly straightforward and natural (reading good books, having deep, worthy thoughts about them) has been connected to a soul-sucking apparatus that reduces everything to monetary value.