DIE VERWANDLUNG

The good is here and you never asked for it but it's here now anyways and you suppose you probably have to pay for it. Not too much you never asked for this but maybe you should have because after all it's the good. Take something out of your pockets and pass it off and hope that suffices and try to find a space for the good. Shove it in a crevass somewhere and that's all. Now you have to answer where it is and explain why it's in a crevass and hope you can communicate without saying that you never asked for it anyways and you never really had space for it to begin with (you wonder if you should apologize but the thought makes you want to tear your skin off). More good arrives regardless and now you know you can't hide it in a crevass and you have to keep it somewhere where it stares you in the eyes every day until you feel like you want to tear your eyes out so they can't be seen through. You owe more payment (and you still owe an apology don't you). Vomit something up and hand it away. Evidently your communication failed. Foolish ever to try anything again. Let good pile up until it fills this cramped space entirely. It is the cramped space and it's pushing up against your skin and you're sinking deeper into debt. You can't vomit anything up any more because when you try to do so the good slides down your throat. Why does it make you sick? It shouldn't make you sick it doesn't make you sick you are simply sick. Good is good let it make you good. Dribble something out in return and keep your lips closed. You couldn't vomit any more even if you wanted to you want to scream but it's too late and at this point you don't remember if you ever had a voice at all.