Kafkaesque would be... - I don't know what my responsibilities are. - I don't know to whom I am obligated. - I cannot discover either. - I am being punished

Kafkaesque would be... - I don't know what my responsibilities are. - I don't know to whom I am obligated. - I cannot discover either. - I am being punished for failure to deliver. - Everything I can possibly do is not enough. - Every 4 weeks, men in grey, face-concealing masks sedate me and graft what is possibly the upper half of a deformed baby onto my back. They cry constantly. I am not allowed to have mirrors. It has been 18 months, and I can barely lift the weight of them any more.