Exploring the Absurdity of Life through Kafka's The Trial

What can you call NATURE when everything in this world moves with time? There is no set definition that one can pinpoint. The all-too-fictional-seeming book by Kafka, The Trial, seems to me a natural tale but of a different time. I finished reading the book today, and the world that Kafka creates certainly seems fictional to me, but I often glimpsed that the book had close ties to our way of the world. We logically try to think that it must have a certain meaning inherent to its nature, but we often find contradictions in the simplest of senses. What can you say when a person commits to doing one thing, but their actions inevitably lead to another? And we come around to these things in a cycle.

The beginning of the book could be well read, but after a certain time, you realize how strange the nature of the world within it is. The protagonist K. might have gotten very far ( in his case ) due to his presumed intelligence to outsmart everyone, but he ended up in the worst shape possible, just another defendant, just another cog. The character of the tradesman named Block resembled the future of K., shown to be destitute through the internal monologues that K. had at the end of the book. The futility of the search for meaning in one's life seems absurd when seen through the eyes of The Trial. The book itself wasn't finished by the author, so who can say for certain what the end of the story would have been? Hope, even if illusionary, is what we try to keep.