“He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.”

I found this image rather captivating in the sense it encapsulates rather well my feelings in regards to Metamorphosis. Many believe that a life without purpose is no life at all. Our ability to conceptualize our experiences and be conscious of our place within the world is what separates us as humans from the rest of the world. But what if a human is nothing more than merely a tool, someone who’s entire existence is based around nothing more than attaining the requisite requirements for survival of himself and others. This individual doesn’t possess strong and enduring relationships with others, nor does he experience emotions with any depth or question his surroundings.

Gregor’s life was devoid of any real meaningful relationships outside of his sisters  The entirety of his existence seemed to be consumed by being nothing more than a tool for his bosses at his work of employment. He was so emotionally shallow that the prospect of him initially being a cockroach didn’t even frighten him, he was much more concerned with how it would effect his ability to get to work. In this image we see a cockroach coming out of the man that is Gregor. I feel this illustration captures rather well that the difference between his existence and that of an insects is very marginal, in a sense Kafka was trying to capture that Gregor may as well have been a cockroach. Roaches are devoid of complex thought and are considered merely a nuisance, something that serves very little purpose to the world around us. If roaches disappeared would anyone bat an eye? Outside of his sister and possibly mother, did anyone truly bat an eye at the loss of Greggor?