The scorching disc in the sky
and the labyrinthian bark
set the forest in a mood for a reading—or a ******
As I was reading The Metamorphosis,
I noticed a beetle
rolling this submissive ball of dung.
I thought: see, this creature is like me.
I imagined it going to work.
Maybe he has to deliver a ridiculous number of *****
and at the end of the day
he comes back home, exhausted,
and finds Mrs Beetle in bed
with another beetle.
Meanwhile,
the beetle, devoutly sculpting a ball,
rolls it toward an unknown destination.
Maybe this is a Sisyphean task—
endlessly pushing this boulder, triple its size,
making value out of dung.
The beetle paused,
climbed on top of the ball, and said:
“Maybe—none of your business, Samsa.”
It speaks!
Did it just call me Samsa?!
And I kid you not,
as it climbed down, and futile as it seems—
rolling that massive ball of dung—
The beetle smiled.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 12:40 AM UTC
The scorching disc in the sky
and the labyrinthian bark
set the forest in a mood for a reading—or a ******
As I was reading The Metamorphosis,
I noticed a beetle
rolling this submissive ball of dung.
I thought: see, this creature is like me.
I imagined it going to work.
Maybe he has to deliver a ridiculous number of *****
and at the end of the day
he comes back home, exhausted,
and finds Mrs Beetle in bed
with another beetle.
Meanwhile,
the beetle, devoutly sculpting a ball,
rolls it toward an unknown destination.
Maybe this is a Sisyphean task—
endlessly pushing this boulder, triple its size,
making value out of dung.
The beetle paused,
climbed on top of the ball, and said:
“Maybe—none of your business, Samsa.”
It speaks!
Did it just call me Samsa?!
And I kid you not,
as it climbed down, and futile as it seems—
rolling that massive ball of dung—
The beetle smiled.