Oppressed, manipulated, and disorientated, is the world that Josef K. finds himself trapped under. Obscured from the truth that sits behind the forces that hold him stagnant, Kafka gives a window into a world distorted by smokescreen bureaucracy, slowly chipping away at the concept of true liberty whilst under the scrutiny of suspicion. Intelligently assembled with its readers kept, similarly to Josef, deprived of true insight, always in step with Josef’s own pace as we travel through this systemic maze together. This led to a reading experience incapable of accurate foresight, stripping away my control and power over the story. What I was left with was perspective and logic to assemble meaning in the protagonist’s experience. Yet, despite all efforts, attaining complete clarity of its various world systems remains punishingly elusive. While I state this, Kafka has still crafted an experience that is stimulating, a nudge to look back into our own realities and whether such require the same review and scrutiny as I had given for this novel.