It had been crossing so long it could not remember.
As it stopped in the middle to look back,
a car sped by, spinning it around.
Disoriented, the chicken realized
it could no longer tell which way it was going.
It stands there still.
— John McNamee, Kafka’s joke book
Source: Photograph: Robin Loznak. Joke: kafkaesque-world
I don’t know. Why? The answer could cure the chicken’s paralysis.
Laughing. Wheels on the bus go round and round.
and waits for something unknown.
or just pauses to enjoy the scenery
Is it wrong I now feel desperately sorry for the chicken, and just want to find it and give it a big hug?
OMG. I don’t even know where to go with THAT
I can relate
Funny. Me too.
ha ha
I walk into a room like that more and more frequently these days. Now let’s see, why am I here?…. sigh….
Laughing. Me too!
Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
FRIDAY!!! Have to share!!
It is Friday. Have a great weekend Horty
You too David!!
That is a true Kafka story.
It is that!
It’s dancing in the street 😀 Pawkisses 🙂
You are right! 🙂