When he lifted his head a little, he saw his vaulted brown belly, sectioned by arch-shaped ribs, to whose dome the cover, about to slide off completely, could barely cling. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, were waving helplessly before his eyes. "What happened to me?" he thought. It was no dream.~~Kafke's The Metamorphosis
What happened to ME? I'm criticizing butterflies. The last thing I should be doing is making them feel ashamed of their bodies. They're only babies, after all. I love Kafke though. You only know you didn't used to be a monster when you're sure that now, you are.
