i think i thought even in the dream it was like a kafka hospital. nothing was wrong but your loved ones disappeared and you could look freely but never leave and you keep wandering around thinking there must be more to it than this.

maybe it was more carolyn forché than kafka, though i think kafka was in mind reading what you have heard is true. it's what happened but written much later, and yet it probably felt like a dream when she experienced it. i imagine anyway it felt like a visceral dream and she was somehow ok, because she was the witness, but she couldn't leave, because she was the poet, writer of resistance. all around people were being disappeared.

 that's what it feels like.