August 22

A toast to the morning we couldn't transform.
Over a century after Franz Kafka's "Metamorphosis," while Gregor Samza became an insect, we remain stubbornly human. At 27, the age when rock stars become legends, this is author nought's quiet rebellion song against the incurable disease of ordinariness.
"August 22nd" paradoxically depicts the transformation story of author nought's 27th birthday. At summer's end, when cicadas complete their seven-year preparation to take flight, our protagonist converses with expired milk and writes unsent letters to Kafka. Standing on the cusp between Leo and Virgo, they choose "transformation through non-transformation."
The prescription is music, the side effect is solitude.
All we can do is laugh at this comedy.