I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even… — Franz Kafka

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into an enormous insect.

"Hey, there’s something falling down in there," said the chief clerk. Gregor tried to suppose to himself that what had happened to him might some day also happen to the chief clerk. There was no denying that anything was possible.

How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense.