In the shower with me was a small insect that has been living in my bathroom for the past three days. I know this because at night I can hear it scream a soft, sharp sound. The first night, I thought it was a black spot. Then it moved in circles.
I was standing under water, naked, as this insect started walking around leisurely, not taking any notice of me as if we had been lovers for years.
As I stood there watching its every blurred move, I thought I must now write about taking a shower with Kafka.
Beyond Six Rivers 