Shipwrecked on the Deserts of BohemiaHaving braved the Dense Swampland of Procrastination and the Arctic Wastes of Witless Stereotyping, I find myself marooned in the city of Praha.
I open my eyes and look around this strange yet familiar place, haunted by the phantoms of history and partial to erecting chapels of Capitalism on every corner with the dedication of a convert.
I see the Castle in the distance and attempt to succeed where countless men named K failed before me. I don't entirely manage it, but I wing it.
Come open your eyes and walk with me. I'll try not to be too intrusive.
